My new neighbours. They are 20 years old. A very sweet couple. I did try to be friendly (I did not bake or present a cake? Yet, friendly).
I moved from home at 21 with my love? I have never been happier then at that exact time.
I think I scared my neighbours. I think that I made them frightened. That was not my intention at all. I am a peaceful person and definetly a non-physical person.
All I do is listen to and collect music. I read and write some too.
My neighbour was/is terrified now. Asking me at least five times: “Have we disturbed you?”. No, you haven’t.
So, I played music via my beloved Danish speakers (I usually don’t, these days…) thinking that I would demonstrate something… “It is OK to make noise.” = Life is not soundless. Did it work? No, it did not. It failed completely.
Being 20 years old and afraid of… life? Everything? That is not good.
The end-result? My son storms out of his gaming cave and tells me: “You are disturbing everybody with your music! You have headphones, why don’t you use them?”.
My son is six years younger than my new neighbours. Six years? So, technically, they could very well be my own children. I approached them as an adult. In retrospect it seems like I may have made a monumental mistake.
I realise (now) that I really don’t understand them at all and in addition I scare them (that would be the “Actually It Is Really Bad…” part.)
I said: You should party! You live in your own place for the first time? You will never ever be happier. My intention? It failed miserably, I don’t understand them… and quite frankly I don’t understand anything.
I did try to send my son, with no avail. He told me: “Jag vill inte ha någonting med det att göra.”
He is unfortunate to have me as father. I have to realise that he and his peers belong to another era. He and my new neighbours (“Are you being ironic?”) belong to a radically different time.
A time that I probably don’t even want to understand.
Am I afraid? No. I am a man filled of very strong emotions. However, fright is not one of them. I am not afraid of anything or anybody in this World. It is a question of upbringing. In French it is called: Education. Please don’t confuse it with education. Why? It does not signify the same thing.
What now? Well, education concerns what you have learned. Like mathematics. Have I ever used a the “knowledge” of solving a second degree polynomial equation? Ever in my life? No, I have not. Upbringing concerns your persona. What kind of woman or man you will become or be. OK. If you believe that is a good idea to disolve the “gender”.
OK. I’ll rephrase. “Woman”, “man”, “undefined” or “other”.