Ninja wrote:It seems to stem mostly from the insecure teenagers who want to buck the status quo and talk shit about the normals but still be invited to the block party.
Okay ... so we've got the insecure teenagers on one side and the normals on the other. Wait a minute ... is this John Hughes?!
Show me a teenager who actually wants anything to do with a block party and I'll show you the product of an incestuous relationship.
You want to be the weirdo with the weird lawn?
Actually, I just want to be a dude who has a place to go home to at the end of the work day. If I wanted the weird lawn, I'd totally get its nose pierced and mow it every other day except for a strip down the middle so it could totally rock the lawnhawk, bro.
Awesome. Do your thing.
Something tells me you don't really mean that. But in the spirit of things: Awesome! You too, man!
But don't then whine when you get treated like the weirdo with the weird lawn by your neighbors.
Let's review again how this conversation went, shall we?
OP: Do you care about your lawn?
Me: Not so much.
OP (and like-minded peanut gallery occupants): Weirdo!
You're right. I really waked into that one.
You're not required to go with the flow, but no one else is required to respect your decision to do otherwise and give you high fives for it either.
Tell me, does going with the flow also involve mowing at an angle both ways so you get the whole outfield vibe going on? 'Cause that whole scene really messes with my outdoor Chi, you dig, Daddy-o?
And it doesn't even sound to me like you've got an exceptionally weird lawn.
You just wait, Captain Flowbee. I'm totally gonna trick that fucker out as soon as my old man makes with the allowance back pay he owes me.
Tell your neighbor to fuck off and mind his own business if his looks bother you so much. Or conform.
Man, you're like, totally conflicted and coiled like a spring inside, see? There's totally a middle ground to mine here, man. I can laugh it off and refrain from spraying pollutants all to hell and back dig, Gramps? At the end of the day, it's all One Love. Can't you see that, my brother?
But don't just sit there and make snotty generalizations ...
(Says Gramps as he characterizes everyone who doesn't obsess over his lawn as a sullen teen.)
Your conflict is with your neighbor. Save your insults and condescension for him, because you sound silly and childish lashing out at the world.
Let me get hip to this. Doing the environment a favor by eschewing pesticides and fertilizer = lashing out at the world.
You're a trip, Chip! See ya at the block party!