Sunday, March 25, 2007

sadly...

We found out that it was, indeed, our neighbor who killed our art. He said it - screamed it in our faces, when confronted, in fact. He accused us of doing something (that we didn't do, by the way), to his house. That's why he did it, apparently. That and so, in his words, "we would know[he] was there"

It's funny, A and I found ourselves at one of those crossroad moments - here was our crazy bitch neighbor, standing right in front of us, ripe for the kickin', and we could definitely have gone that path; but one of the things we've been talking about is taking our anger down a thousand and being more rational, hell... more adult about these things. What was actually beautiful about it was that A took control of the situation and turned it around to a place of calm, explaining exactly what that piece meant to us, and what he did. Funnily enough, we all were able to talk about it extremely rationally - even though I still think my neighbor has some very apparent instabilities, he met us halfway and we even shook hands at the end.

I can only hope this serves to prolong our lives in some way...

1 comment:

Lisa said...

so sorry to hear about your sculpture, but glad that you were able to turn it into a good moment for you. Hopefully this will be a moment of clarity of the neighbor and he won't keep randomly destroying things in retaliation for things he thinks you did (because that's a good strategy). That you guys got a personal growth moment out of it says a lot about you.