a reply to: JAGStorm
I guess I fall into the millennial category.
I'm grateful this house has no doorbell and I can see & hear someone coming to the door well before they get there. I didn't have a doorbell in our
previous residence either, thankfully. Unfortunately, the front was designed weird, we didn't really have a good view of who was coming to the door
through the window, and the peephole left a LOT to be desired.
Considering that for 7 years prior to moving here, that area I lived in I just mentioned started out quite safe when we moved in, it went downhill
when the recession hit. And downhill hard
. Both of my immediate neighbors had their houses burglarized in broad daylight with us home -- dead
silent thieves, nobody knew until the families got home and freaked out like no tomorrow outside. Other folks across the property were hit at one
point or another, too. Talk about making you extremely paranoid for your family's safety, man. Everyone was on edge after that.
Also had a neighbor that loved to get drunk and let everyone know he was, and not in a fun way. Tried to beat the sh# out of his boozer girlfriend one
night, too. She pounded on our door, but I wasn't about to let her in with a newborn at home. Boy, was she pissed off, that was a lot of threats my
way. Sorry ya lushie bitch, you picked him, now go away.
There was also an area gang that would scatter their stolen cars around and "store" them at various apartment/condo complexes and at abandoned homes
when they could get away with it before they probably chop-shopped 'em.
One of our more busy-body neighbors noticed cars that didn't belong becoming more and more frequent and called the cops.
They had been trying to catch them for a while already, the sting netted 4 gangbangers with multiple murder warrants between them all. If we weren't
paranoid before, we all damn sure were then. A complex full of mostly old people felt like a prime target for easy retaliation. It didn't come to pass
while we lived there, but there was a spike in break-ins & tires were slashed after we moved to MI, so either they did retaliate, or it sank a little
lower down the drain.
Even despite the crime wave that never seemed to stop, it was still considered "safe" compared to other areas, lmao. Economic blight is a damn
After putting up with that for roughly 6 of my 7 years there, I think I'm entitled to be leery of and jumpy at unexpected knocks on my door. Call it
"being afraid" if you want, it wasn't your
home in the crossfire for years on end. That kind of defensive reaction takes years to wear off even
Quick edit: Yes, the houses I grew up in did have doorbells, but I never liked the sound. It's that kind of noise that registered as a rude &
unwelcome interruption to me. Still am not fond of the sound, no matter the tone or pitch.
edit on 5/23/2019 by Nyiah because: (no reason
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