“Meeting the Neighbors”
This is the fourth in an infinite part series about life after college. You can read the previous entries here, here, and here.
Six months have now passed since the first installment of “Life After College,” and I’m sure many of you (i.e. the beneficiaries in my will) are eager to know how I am progressing. I am proud to report that – despite numerous setbacks (i.e. an ongoing battle with the California DMV, a debilitating fear of females, and a net worth approaching $5,000 in credit card debt) – I have made some serious inroads into the world of responsible adult living. For example, I recently traded my garbage bags for a piece of luggage that is allowed on airplanes. I will now occasionally understand one or two words on CNBC. And – most significantly – I purchased my first broom and I think I’ve figured out how to work it.
But I’m not here to celebrate. Never one to rest on my lapels (that’s the expression, right?), I am pressing on to the next challenge of adulthood: meeting my neighbors. As far as I can tell, interacting with one’s neighbors is a uniquely adult activity. Sure, I grew up playing with neighborhood kids, but those were fairly one-dimensional friendships requiring only that they (1) not be girls and (2) have an appreciation of the three elements: LEGOs, mud, and fire – preferably all at the same time. Adult neighbors are different. They require adult things like common interests, wives, or alcohol. Read the full story
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