Grace Under Pressure
Footballguy
I live in a relatively affluent neighborhood in the Tampa area. Many of my neighbors are either older, white empty-nesters or first or second whites that work in the medical field. I try not to paint people with a broad brush, but based on my experience, I've noticed some reoccurring themes.
1. They're generally not social people, at least outside of their own networks.
2. The women look miserable. A lot of the time they walk alone with very stoic looks on their faces. If you drive past them on their walks, there's a high likelihood they won't acknowledge your existence.
3. A specific incident, and maybe this speaks to #1, but I have an 8 year old son who doesn't have playmates in the neighborhood. Over Christmas, we realized that a girl in his class lives two houses down. I encouraged my son to ride bikes with her and her brothers whenever I'd see them outside. A few iterations of that went by before I told him to knock on their door to see if they could play. The father told my son that he's not allowed to knock on their door, nor are his kids allowed to knock on our door. Uhhhh, ok.
I'm curious to know of other's experiences and if there's anything about our cultures that you think has led to my experiences.
1. They're generally not social people, at least outside of their own networks.
2. The women look miserable. A lot of the time they walk alone with very stoic looks on their faces. If you drive past them on their walks, there's a high likelihood they won't acknowledge your existence.
3. A specific incident, and maybe this speaks to #1, but I have an 8 year old son who doesn't have playmates in the neighborhood. Over Christmas, we realized that a girl in his class lives two houses down. I encouraged my son to ride bikes with her and her brothers whenever I'd see them outside. A few iterations of that went by before I told him to knock on their door to see if they could play. The father told my son that he's not allowed to knock on their door, nor are his kids allowed to knock on our door. Uhhhh, ok.
I'm curious to know of other's experiences and if there's anything about our cultures that you think has led to my experiences.
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