Come On, Be Happy

After cooling off for over a year,
my notorious
Angry Neighbor
is at it again.
So,
instead of writing something completely knew about him,
because he doesn't deserve my time,
I am bringing back a
Post
I wrote on
Monday,
May 25th, 2015,
called
Be Happy.
 
 *****
I was thinking all day yesterday,
what I was going to write about?
Yet,
I couldn't come up with a decent idea worthy of somebody wanting to read it.
Then,
I was given the story I was looking for.
At two-thirty this morning,
I was awakened by a loud motorcycle revving its engine,
and the noisy voices of my drunk next door neighbor
and his friend.
This is the same person who constantly calls the
Police
on me for the slightest noise at my house.
He takes pictures of the cars that drive up to my house,
and apparently,
gives those photos to the
Officer,
who is dispatched to investigate the complaint.
This is supposedly proof that I am either some kind of
Terrorist,
organizing a plot against humanity,
or I am an exotic animal smuggler,
selling unregistered
Monkeys
to the highest bidder.
Of course,
the
Police
do not take him seriously,
because he himself is a wack job.
They haven't even bothered to knock on my door to question me.
He is in the same category of,
Human Beings,
who will leave notes on your car window,
telling you,
what you are doing wrong in life.
Or,
if he sees you,
he will tell you,
that the parking spot in front of his house,
is his alone,
and for no one else.
He will say ignorant things like,

"It is illegal for you to park there. I am the only one aloud to park there!"

Once,
a couple years back,
when this girl started making a U-turn in front of me,
right in front of his house,
I hit her head on.
He came to his front door when the
Police
arrived,
and started yelling that I had contraband in the trunk of my car
and they should arrest me.
First,
the
Police
said the accident was the girl's fault because she was on her
Cell Phone.
Second,
she didn't look for oncoming traffic before pulling away from the curb.
Third,
this neighbor of mine,
wasn't even brave enough to come outside of his home to accuse me of
Drug Smuggling.
He stayed behind a locked screen door so the
Police
would not arrest him for being a
Public Nuisance.
Fourth,
the
Officer
at the scene of the accident asked me
if I wanted him to have a word with my neighbor
and if he could draw him outside,
maybe he could arrest him for
Disturbing The Peace.
Because of his constant use of profanity towards me,
that the whole neighborhood could hear.
I said no,
because after he was released,
he would be worse with his belligerence,
when he knew the
Police
were not around.
You see,
I have kids,
and as long as he directs his anger towards me,
and not them,
I can put up with it.
  I feel sorry for the poor fellow.
It must be awful to go through life angry all the time.
I think he picks on his neighbors,
to make himself feel better.
Yet,
I have never seen him enjoy himself,
or be happy.
Except when he is drunk.
He is always complaining
or mad about something.
It must really piss him off that his wife,
which he seems to fight with on a regular basis,
is neighborly towards me.
I'm such a nice guy.
She just cannot help herself.
But,
I guess,
he sees me as a threat since I am not miserable like he is.
To change,
to
"Be Happy,"
he needs to stop worrying about me,
and everyone else in the neighborhood!
He needs to worry about taking care of his family,
and treating them with respect.
Then,
maybe happiness,
might be able to creep inside his
Mind,
Heart,
and
Soul.

This is,
I Am So Glad That I Found The Secret To Happiness,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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