I don't know how I get in the messes I do, but sometimes I just look around and laugh. Because if I didn't laugh at this stuff, I'd be crazy by now. For the past week, my neighbors and I have been living with this trash pile, and some of them (people from the HOA) are acting like it's business as usual. Something about that is definitely odd because most HOA's pitch a fit about any petty little thing they can find.
That's the scary part because you just don't feel comfortable around a pile of garbage that smelly and huge. Every time you encounter a massive pile of garbage like that, you have to ask yourself, "What the Hell? Why is that still there?" Of course no sensible answer can be juggled out of any normal universe and that results in massive mental confusion for someone with any level of self awareness. I just can't understand how the rent can be so ungodly high, but the expectations are so insanely low.
It's bad enough that the poor and helpless stray dogs and cats are taking us over and starting to panhandle for treats on every corner, but we also have a dimwitted woman dressed in black, creeping around parked cars at night, snitching at change, forgotten phones, and snacks wrapped in cellophane that have been expired for months.
I guess that's life in the overpriced, but economical, Houston suburb, a place that can tantalize your senses with drive-up daiquiri bars, blinky smoke shops, shooting ranges, and gyms that share crowded parking lots with junk food joints. Not that I don't like my neighborhood, but how do you look at this everyday and not get bluesy, and constantly examine the question, "Why in the Hell is that huge pile of trash still out there?"