Intensity

Yes, we're *those* neighbors. Sigh. I knew we should have brought them cookies before we had our first giant fight over here. I think they were actually knocking on the wall. OMG. It's funny, because when I was growing up no one ever yelled. It wasn't our style. We were sarcastic and used dark, brooding language with each other, but never at the top of our lungs. In fact the people who lived across the street used to shriek and carry on and my parents would talk about how much better their conflicts were. Ah well.

Perhaps I'll work on my crazy camp diary for a while. I still don't know whether to send it out or not. Is it just too much? Do I want to publish such a thing just for the sake of getting it out there?

Comments

[Lia]

I think raised voices are leagues better than The Silent Treatment. Really. Once it's out there, it's gone. The silent stuff festers.

[jo]

That's true, I hadn't thought about it that way. Hmm!