Like most people, I have some neighbors that only speak to me when they need something.
A phone number of another neighbor. A key to the basement. I'm usually persona non grata until their needs come front and center.
That's not to say that there aren't a few great people who live in my association.
Neighbors who will pick me up when they see me on the bus stop, or take me along with them when they go to a big box store. Kind simple gestures that show a basic level of humanity and consideration.
And don't think for one minute that I'm making my neighbor's responsible for hauling my ass from point A to point B. I have a Chicago Card and a shopping cart, thank you very much.
But it sure is nice to give righty and lefty a break and every now and then.
So after the "Great Assessment Debacle" last fall, I made the decision to pull away from caring about my condo association.
Why in God's name would I care about our home more than a majority of the people who live here?
It's not just their attitude towards me that sticks in my craw---I've got thick skin. It's their complete lack of willingness to help in the smallest way for the betterment of our home.
Let me emphasize that again---OUR home.
Stuff doesn't get done around here by hoping and magic fairy dust.
While I have my issues with our treasurer and his wife, I will give them their props for doing a great deal of work on behalf of this association.
But then of course so have I and a few other people.
Unfortunately that spirit of cooperation nd a tiny bit of sacrifice is sorely lacking among a majority of my neighbors.
Which makes our latest set of issues quite interesting.