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So you are indifferent to your neighbors but want them to like you. That is the kind of behaviour that I would expect from a sociopath or a politician :wideyed:
I dunno. It sounds like what I experienced in the very brief time I lived in an automobile suburb. Cities and rural areas seem more sociable for some reason. Then again, I lived in a place like that for about four months. That was enough to know it wasn't the right place for me. YMMV.
 
So you are indifferent to your neighbors but want them to like you. That is the kind of behaviour that I would expect from a sociopath or a politician :wideyed:

Not particularly indifferent to neighbours, but this is Sydney. If some random person starts talking to you they're either going to kill you or rob you. You can sit in the same train carriage as someone for 2 years, but don't *ever* think of speaking to them.

We like living where we live and have no desire to be evicted, therefore we are extremely quiet and considerate.
 
Not particularly indifferent to neighbours, but this is Sydney. If some random person starts talking to you they're either going to kill you or rob you. You can sit in the same train carriage as someone for 2 years, but don't *ever* think of speaking to them.

We like living where we live and have no desire to be evicted, therefore we are extremely quiet and considerate.
Similar on BART. The subway ride is a time of solitude.
 
So my buddy dropped this off about 10 minutes ago. It's rough, and I'm not talking about the paint. All the screws on the pups are stripped. There's a chunk of wood missing out of the neck pocket. He might have some of the bridge pieces somewhere at home. But I can't complain, I got it for free and delivered. Project time!
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So my buddy dropped this off about 10 minutes ago. It's rough, and I'm not talking about the paint. All the screws on the pups are stripped. There's a chunk of wood missing out of the neck pocket. He might have some of the bridge pieces somewhere at home. But I can't complain, I got it for free and delivered. Project time!
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I'd probably kill for a project like that... no I'd definitely kill for a project like that.
 
Should you ever get tired of your wall art, then I have a spare neck and hardware that’s in need of a body... ;)

The neck pocket is routed for a 7ender neck, which I do not have at this time. I have some definite ideas of what could be done with this tho.
 
So my buddy dropped this off about 10 minutes ago. It's rough, and I'm not talking about the paint. All the screws on the pups are stripped. There's a chunk of wood missing out of the neck pocket. He might have some of the bridge pieces somewhere at home. But I can't complain, I got it for free and delivered. Project time!
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Stealth black with Alumitones....
 
Not particularly indifferent to neighbours, but this is Sydney. If some random person starts talking to you they're either going to kill you or rob you. You can sit in the same train carriage as someone for 2 years, but don't *ever* think of speaking to them.

It's kind of funny but it works that way around here sometimes as well. I see the same guy at Starbucks in Tempe 5 days a week for years and we have never spoken. About a year ago I was flying home from Washington DC and who is on my flight? The guy from Starbucks. We looked at each other but never spoke or acknowledged each other. Saw him while grabbing coffee two days later and we never spoke or acknowledged having seen each other all the way across the country. There are people that I exchange pleasantries with at that Starbucks because I see them regularly, but not this guy. Weird how that works.
 
Not particularly indifferent to neighbours, but this is Sydney. If some random person starts talking to you they're either going to kill you or rob you. You can sit in the same train carriage as someone for 2 years, but don't *ever* think of speaking to them.

We like living where we live and have no desire to be evicted, therefore we are extremely quiet and considerate.

Similar on BART. The subway ride is a time of solitude.
On both counts, so true and when you really think about it, so sad. It's a shame we have to think and act this way but it's become a part of survival.
Oh, and by the way... (in my best curmudgeon voice) "Get off my lawn!";)
 
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It's kind of funny but it works that way around here sometimes as well. I see the same guy at Starbucks in Tempe 5 days a week for years and we have never spoken. About a year ago I was flying home from Washington DC and who is on my flight? The guy from Starbucks. We looked at each other but never spoke or acknowledged each other. Saw him while grabbing coffee two days later and we never spoke or acknowledged having seen each other all the way across the country. There are people that I exchange pleasantries with at that Starbucks because I see them regularly, but not this guy. Weird how that works.
Sometime you just know whether a person is worth conversing with or not, youve had enough time to give it a go but havent so your instincts probably say its not worth the wasted speech. Thats my experience.
 

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