Creeva’s World 2.0

I’m one  of those peo­ple.   The peo­ple that are annoy­ing.   The peo­ple that don’t want you walk­ing across their lawn.   The ones that threaten loudly to call the police about tres­pass­ing (but never do).   I have a the­ory about this.   I was one of those kids that hiked across alot of lawns.   As a mat­ter of fact there was about 3 lawns I hiked through every sin­gle day I was in mid­dle school since it cut about a quar­ter mile off of my walk.  Granted I had to cut straight through the area between two houses and I didn’t do it when there was some­one in the dri­ving (alot of 12 year olds that are alone don’t usu­ally have that brazen of an atti­tude to flaunt it in front of authority.

My teenage years how­ever gave me lots of time to get yelled at for cut­ting through lawns.   Once we destroyed a guy’s mail­box in retal­i­a­tion for yelling at us one night.   It was beaten in to me.   Though I flaunted author­ity and didn’t care even going so far to save 15 steps I would cross someone’s lawn.  Now I’m an adult.  I am the authority.

I’m not one of the anal reten­tive peo­ple with immac­u­late lawns, far from it.   I take care of it as lit­tle as I need to, and I pre­fer it that way.   I’m sure my neigh­bors would love it it I was like my grand­fa­ther.   He’s one of the lawn hob­by­ist that mows his lawn more then once a week.   I would almost imag­ine if it was fea­si­ble he would take out scis­sors and trim it all by hand.   Though if he did it would be too long where he started and it would never end.    I think because of that I;ll never be that way.

But here I am pro­tec­tive of my space.  Space that I have intruded upon oth­ers for.  Maybe that makes me self­ish.  Maybe that makes me a hyp­ocrite.  Pos­si­bly though I am just a human being who wants to be left alone.   What­ever it is some­times I don’t want to deal with it.  At least though I’ve come full cir­cle and I bet half those peo­ple whose lawns I did cut across were just like me as a kid.