I live on a cul-de-sac.
We all know each other, except for one new family, that’s stand-offish ever since they moved in, about 5 years ago.
Their immediate next-door neighbor was trying to meet them when they first moved in by going over and sayin Hi, welcome to the neighborhood.
Their reply was, “I just want to be your neighbor, not your friend.”
WHAT KIND OIF PERSON SAYS SUCH?.................
Would be the last words I would ever say to them. Used to have a guy that lived across the street for a few years. He was a legit nut case. Would be friendly with people next to them and then call the cops on them the next day for no reason. He was baker acted one day and they family moved. That’s been years ago. I never even waved at him.
A special kind of person......definitely has something to hide..... Do you see him digging in his backyard late at night?🧛♂️
The kind of person whose corpse you find frozen in a recliner.
Their reply was, “I just want to be your neighbor, not your friend.”
WHAT KIND OIF PERSON SAYS SUCH?.................
Maybe you've been lucky with neighbors.
Or maybe you're the type they moved away from.
Commies and other sorts of tyrants think that others don't have a right to exist without their permission, and their directives on how to live, how to speak (or not), what to wear, what to drive, what to think, how to vote, etc., etc., etc.
You mean like my neighbor, an Episcopal, asked me what church a belonged to. Then told me (a catholic) she never would have moved here had she known so many Catholics lived here. It makes her uncomfortable.
Their reply was, “I just want to be your neighbor, not your friend.”
WHAT KIND OIF PERSON SAYS SUCH?.................
Mr. Rogers?
when i first moved into my neighborhood, i made the mistake of smiling and waving hello to my neighbor’s wife.
He sent the message thru 3 other neighbors that I was not to speak to them until i came over to introduce myself.
That was over 25 years ago. he still lives there and i have never introduced myself. some people are just a holes.
I offer this anecdote in answer to your question:
Long ago I lived in a suburban neighborhood in California. Some months after we moved in, a woman knocks on the door, says she lives diagonally across the street, and asks if we have seen her missing cat. I said unfortunately not, but I’d be on the lookout, then introduced myself, told her my wife’s name, glad to meet you, etc. She replies, “I’m not here for some ‘meet the neighbors’ thing”.