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Originally Posted by Blueblaze
(Post 2407460)
This is where Villagers go to vent, right? Here's my vent.
I'm walking my dog through the big open space under the high wires, next to the Mulberry dog park, way up North. This is the only area big enough that people routinely let their dog run off their leash, and my dog likes to find a stick for me to throw. Yes, it's technically illegal. But so is using the area as your free driving range. Today, there are three guys saving themselves a whole $5 by using the space to shoot golf balls -- despite the nice range at Nancy Lopez, less than half a mile away at the other end of the MMP. I don't know why people wealthy enough to retire to Florida care about saving $5 on something so stupid. I don't even care if they do it at the dog park. Just don't aim your damned golf ball at my dog because you're annoyed at having to wait a whole minute for us to clear the area!
Two of the guys were courteous, waved, and quit shooting as we crossed the lawn. But the jerk directly in our path to the woods at the far end, just kept shooting. When we got close, he started obviously aiming at my dog, and nearly managed to bean him on the head (wish I could hit a chip shot like that!). So I started picking up his balls and throwing them back at him. His smart-ass response? "Thanks, I needed a caddy". Things went downhill from there, and could easily have ended in blows. We just stood there yelling at each other for a bit, while the 85-year-old fart threatened to "kick my ass". I finally turned away and walked on into the woods, leaving him calling me a coward and yelling insults at my back. I don't think I've come that close to a fist fight since 8th grade.
This is such a nice place to live the other 9 months of the year, but even up North, people just get mean this time of year. Was the guy a snowbird? We have a bunch, even up this far North, but usually not that old. I think it's just the overcrowding that turns people into such jerks in the Winter (although being a jerk may be that guy's mission in life). Still, it's enough to make me think maybe we should have chosen one of the thousands of less-popular retirement communities in Florida.
"Friendliest Home Town"? Not today.
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Iām sorry you went through that ordeal. I donāt think the problem is overcrowding. The people who think The Villages is overcrowded in the winter when our snowbirds are here probably moved here from some farmstead in the mid-west or the Deep South less than twenty miles from a town with a traffic signal. To them this is crowded. Anyone who has lived and driven in a major U.S. city north or south knows that we never have that sort of crowding and traffic here. Honestly, we donāt! Go drive through Orlando or Tampa or Miami or even Ocala and see if Iām not right. Driving there or even being there always makes me tense. The Villages never makes me tense. (It would if I walked my dog where golf balls were flying.)
Some people are just angry, disappointed, frustrated, in pain, about to explode, worried. You donāt know. I donāt know. Maybe they donāt really know. Some are snowbirds. Some are frogs, like me, here ātil they croak. Those feelings can be found anywhere. They carry their own hell with them wherever they go, and they offer a free taste to everyone they meet. But really, I think there is less of that here than many places because for most of us, most of the time, lonely or not, The Villages really is a fun, happy place to be with a lot more opportunity for friendship than weād find most places we could go.
As Satan says in John Miltonās great poem āParadise Lostā (1667):
āMe miserable! Which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep,
Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.ā
There are some people here who feel that way, alas. Iām sorry you may have met one. Or maybe he was just having a bad day.
Hereās a bright note, though. My sense is that there was a lot more frustration and deep anger going around in 2020 when we were in the depth of Covid restrictions. When we no longer had to wear masks and stay six feet apart in the rec centers, when the games and pools were available again, when those of us who wanted to be vaccinated had been (Yes! Me!), when we felt less like death or illness could strike any day (it can, of course, but it seemed so much closer during Covid), our anger eased, we relaxed, we smiled more. A lot of people were close to exploding back then. I remember a number of people flipping the bird at other people when frustrated. I havenāt seen that in several years. But some people will always be angry. Give them the benefit of the doubt and keep your distance.