Of all the places I lived in the pass 20 years, I don't think I even know who my neighbours are.

At most, we'd just smile and nodded at each other as we cross.

For one, I hardly ever have time to hang around my front door and even if I do for the rare times, my neighbours aren't there.

It's like we're all too busy with our lives that we hardly know the neighbours.

Do you know your neighbours? Enough to be considered as friends?

My neighbors are drug dealers so nope. (Live in a flat)

No.

We get along. Say hi, wave, etc. Plus we don't complain about each other or anything. So a fairly decent relationship I guess. Wouldn't say friends though, they're all old and I'm 19

No, I hate my neighbors but in my defense they're assholes.

They have a small child who just will randomly yell. I don't really consider the child an asshole but that doesn't mean it doesn't annoy me. We live in town houses and they usually let it out early Saturday and Sunday mornings and it just runs around screaming waking me up.

Next, they have this little wiener dog that I do absolutely hate. It yips all the time and they just let it roam free. Even though we all have a small fenced in back yard they just open their front door and let it out to wander around and crap everywhere. If I'm walking around outside while that thing is out it will always come up and try to bite me and it will often run into my garage when I'm parking trying to bite my car. I swear if that thing ever gets close enough to actually bite me I'm going to punt it, I really don't care (and I'm even a huge pet lover). It also loves to hide around corners and under other cars so I've almost run over the damn thing 20 times. When they do let it use their backyard, they'll put it out there and leave it there so it barks and whimpers all fucking night. I hate that damn dog.

Next, remember how I told you these people have a young child? Well they must hate it too because they constantly have their TV turned up load and playing load music late at night. Their TV and music system is right against my wall and I always hear the thing.

So no, I'm not friends with my neighbors. I give them death stares when I drive past them.

My neighbors across the street are dysfunctional to the point where we've considered calling the police, the ones to the left are friends, and the ones to the right are acquaintances. 1.5 out of 3 isn't too bad.

Some of them. Across the street we have become very good friends and do favors for eachother. To my right she is just an aquaintance. Behind me they are a bit stuck up and unfriendly. To my left I have never met them, but it could be because they are about 200 yards away from my house and we never see eachother.

I don't even know the names of any of my current neighbors.

A couple of years back, I had a neighbor who was always having parties and getting into fights with his wife (both were cheating). I'd always have somebody knocking on my door in the middle of the night asking me to solve some sort of problem. I eventually got fed up and had them both arrested. They moved.

Before that, another couple lived there. They never really bothered me. One day, the female ran over the male, though. They moved.

Now, an old lady lives there. Every now and then, she'll have a family gathering but, aside from her two yapping-ass dogs, she's cool.


My neighbors to the left are old. Every now and then, I'll see some activity over there that let's me know they aren't dead.

The house in front of me is vacant. There was this one time when I was going to work (back when somebody lived there) and I looked into their yard. There was a goddam pig tied to a tree. When I came home, that pig was gone. I still don't know what the hell that was all about.

From elementary school to middle school, my neighbors were awesome (we lived in a trailer park, though). So much fun!

Middle school to high school, we moved to a house with absolutely no neighbors.

High school, we moved into a decent neighborhood and the girl next door was so hot, I never even spoke to her (I became shy somehow). My friend across the street was fucking insane. Some gay neighbor of mine (nothing wrong with that btw) must have gotten the idea that since I rarely came outside, I was "his type". Kept popping up in my yard. Scared the fuck outta me!

When I grew up and moved to Atlanta, my neighbors in my apartment complex was pretty cool. We had Hispanics living above us and I probably hung out with them more than anybody. If anything, I was their shitty neighbor.

And that brings us to today. My neighbors are no bother at all.

That's a lot of you not friends with your neighbours.
In my defense though, I've been moving every few years so there weren't really worth any effort into befriending them and then disappear.