I like 'em, as long as they REALIZE that they are drop-ins and don't stay for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours......
Unexpected visitors...Like, or don't like?
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It just depends. I have a lot of things I have to get done and have to keep moving to get them done. If I am ill and just sitting watching TV I can sit around and chat. Otherwise they may be handed a shovel and encouraged to 'ask me whatever you wanted while you're shoveling'....LOL.
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This is pretty much me. We've lived here for 5 1/2 years and just met a few of the neighbors last winter when someone totalled their truck down the street. We had the windows open and went running out. They seem nice, but haven't talked to them since!
7 acres lined with woods on one side, farm field on the other, quite nice. There are neighbors close enough where if something happened, it wouldn't be far to go, but far enough that if we want to walk around naked, no one can see
I will not answer the door when I'm here alone (well, with my 2 yo) to anyone I don't know. I watch way too many true crime shows! When I had my horses and someone came to the door, I'd go in the bathroom and look out the window to make sure the fence was still up, gate was closed and I could see them. My house is set up where unless you look in the front windows, you won't know if we're home or not. We have a "no trespassing" sign for a reason and my husband carries a gun most of the time. We also have a 135 lb lazy, friendly as anything, uh... I mean... fierce, growling Rottweiler.
I also hate it when the MIL calls and says "I'm right down the street, care if I drop in?" Yes, I do... but not much I can say about that...
This is pretty much me. We've lived here for 5 1/2 years and just met a few of the neighbors last winter when someone totalled their truck down the street. We had the windows open and went running out. They seem nice, but haven't talked to them since!
7 acres lined with woods on one side, farm field on the other, quite nice. There are neighbors close enough where if something happened, it wouldn't be far to go, but far enough that if we want to walk around naked, no one can see
I will not answer the door when I'm here alone (well, with my 2 yo) to anyone I don't know. I watch way too many true crime shows! When I had my horses and someone came to the door, I'd go in the bathroom and look out the window to make sure the fence was still up, gate was closed and I could see them. My house is set up where unless you look in the front windows, you won't know if we're home or not. We have a "no trespassing" sign for a reason and my husband carries a gun most of the time. We also have a 135 lb lazy, friendly as anything, uh... I mean... fierce, growling Rottweiler.
I also hate it when the MIL calls and says "I'm right down the street, care if I drop in?" Yes, I do... but not much I can say about that...
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deerman
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Ok will be right over. Whats for dinner ?
My family are always welcome, as just walk in......others don't dare come up my driveway from hell. Plus I'm a night owl, so sleep during the day,knocking not going to wake me.
Ok will be right over. Whats for dinner ?
My family are always welcome, as just walk in......others don't dare come up my driveway from hell. Plus I'm a night owl, so sleep during the day,knocking not going to wake me.
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I once read about a man who had this posted on his door:
IF YOU ARE UNEXPECTED AND UNINVITED,
YOU ARE ALSO UNWELCOME.
GO AWAY.
THIS MEANS YOU!!
IF YOU ARE UNEXPECTED AND UNINVITED,
YOU ARE ALSO UNWELCOME.
GO AWAY.
THIS MEANS YOU!!
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Ok will be right over. Whats for dinner ?
My family are always welcome, as just walk in......others don't dare come up my driveway from hell. Plus I'm a night owl, so sleep during the day,knocking not going to wake me.
We also have certain people who know they can just open the door and holler "Yoo hoo!" But there are others I SO expect to knock. They just opened the door once.... I was TICKED. I know that sounds like a double standard, but the people who are free to just open the door have been told it's okay.
It was really funny.... One time a good friend got home from vacation and dropped bye. Now, she'd been gone for a few weeks, so I was going through withdrawls.
I walked right past her and said, "Hey Elisa. WAIT. ELISAYOU'REBACK!!!
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Ok will be right over. Whats for dinner ?
My family are always welcome, as just walk in......others don't dare come up my driveway from hell. Plus I'm a night owl, so sleep during the day,knocking not going to wake me.
We also have certain people who know they can just open the door and holler "Yoo hoo!" But there are others I SO expect to knock. They just opened the door once.... I was TICKED. I know that sounds like a double standard, but the people who are free to just open the door have been told it's okay.
It was really funny.... One time a good friend got home from vacation and dropped bye. Now, she'd been gone for a few weeks, so I was going through withdrawls.
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Possibly. Maybe having kids changes it too. My boyfriend and roomate are in their thirties though...
Husband and I don't have kids on my end. I never liked uninvited people/calls at whatever counted as my home, but used to run to answer out of a sense of obligation, until husband (who comes from a family of not answering) answered my question as to why he didn't. I like drop-ins/calls even less now that I barely have any at home time with my boy. That said, our goal in life is to have a crap ton of land and we are working towards degrees for two jobs that would let us work at home that would require people stopping by. That would be okay with us, because we would get enough privacy. We're both pretty private people. I work with people all day for ten hours, and while I absolutely love people and love talking with them in certain settings, I have pretty severe social anxiety, although I think I've improved to the point where people don't guess that about me. As much as it is fun, it is stressful for me. My husband is literally the only person I have met who I feel completely comfortable with. There is nothing I loathe more than sitting at home relaxed, and having that brief and rare relaxation pierced by a doorbell or phone ring. But, we've had friends live with us before (when my husband and I worked together so we had more time together), and are considering renting out a room now. It's all about expected visits versus really unexpected to me, because they either stress me out, or really tick me off (ie. people/automessages trying to sell me stuff...I don't particularly like stuff). XD Anyway, not sure how many people have the same reasons I do, just trying to try to help you figure out why people don't like drop-ins. When I don't get enough alone/with husband time to unwind, I become increasingly stressed out. Really has nothing to do on my end with not liking people or thinking it is rude for people to drop in.
Husband and I don't have kids on my end. I never liked uninvited people/calls at whatever counted as my home, but used to run to answer out of a sense of obligation, until husband (who comes from a family of not answering) answered my question as to why he didn't. I like drop-ins/calls even less now that I barely have any at home time with my boy. That said, our goal in life is to have a crap ton of land and we are working towards degrees for two jobs that would let us work at home that would require people stopping by. That would be okay with us, because we would get enough privacy. We're both pretty private people. I work with people all day for ten hours, and while I absolutely love people and love talking with them in certain settings, I have pretty severe social anxiety, although I think I've improved to the point where people don't guess that about me. As much as it is fun, it is stressful for me. My husband is literally the only person I have met who I feel completely comfortable with. There is nothing I loathe more than sitting at home relaxed, and having that brief and rare relaxation pierced by a doorbell or phone ring. But, we've had friends live with us before (when my husband and I worked together so we had more time together), and are considering renting out a room now. It's all about expected visits versus really unexpected to me, because they either stress me out, or really tick me off (ie. people/automessages trying to sell me stuff...I don't particularly like stuff). XD Anyway, not sure how many people have the same reasons I do, just trying to try to help you figure out why people don't like drop-ins. When I don't get enough alone/with husband time to unwind, I become increasingly stressed out. Really has nothing to do on my end with not liking people or thinking it is rude for people to drop in.
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See, to me that is incredibly rude of them. I would have died. Reminds me of when I was a kid. We lived in the deep woods of Maine, and all our relatives lived in far away states. We very rarely had any company. I have an aunt who back then was kind of a drifter in a way. I mean, she wasn't homeless or anything, maybe drifter is the wrong word, but she would just "pop up" somewhere for an extended stay. I remember as a kid the following happened on several occasions: We'd all be asleep and suddenly at about 2:00am we'd hear an engine outside (like I said, deep woods, so an engine would immediately wake us). We'd all be startled out of bed and hurry to the windows. Sure enough, there's Aunt Diane, my father's sister, out in the yard with her THREE HORRIBLY BRATTY SONS unpacking their van, pulling out groceries, sleeping bags, you name it. My mother would be furious because we of course had no idea she was coming. She picked whacky hours to avoid Boston traffic so this always happened at around 2am. We'd all throw on bathrobes and file downstairs to begrudgingly greet them. My three cousins would be all wound up from the long ride and ready to run around the house all hyper. My father would usually make a quiet comment to her that she should have called first, and then go out and help them in with ALL their stuff. They would stay for a week or two each time and would bring obscene amounts of stuff with them, practically taking over the whole house. She'd bring some leftover food and start reheating it, and meanwhile it's 3:00am now and we all just want to go back to bed!
And even worse than this was two other occasions involving that same aunt. On one of these visits she was having trouble with her oldest son, who was around 16 and announced to him in front of my parents (but without asking them first) that he would be spending the summer with us!!! My parents almost had a heart attack. He did stay that summer, and my father put him to work on our farm and taught him how to be respectful and all that good stuff. To this day my cousin still remembers that summer and says he was scared to death of my father, but is very grateful that my dad "set him straight".
And she did the same thing with my Grandfather on another occasion! Stopped by unexpectedly for "a visit" and announced to my father that she was leaving my grandfather with him for "a few months". Which turned out to be a year. The weirdest part of that saga was that my father and his father had not spoken in years to due personal things, and I didn't even know I had a grandfather! My father said to me "This is your Gramps!" and this mean, grumpy old man said "Get outta here kid".
Massively off topic at this point, but I do want to just add that he and my father reconciled gradually that year, and my Grandfather and I got to know each other as well, which is good because he died the following year.
But I still hate drop-ins!!!
See, to me that is incredibly rude of them. I would have died. Reminds me of when I was a kid. We lived in the deep woods of Maine, and all our relatives lived in far away states. We very rarely had any company. I have an aunt who back then was kind of a drifter in a way. I mean, she wasn't homeless or anything, maybe drifter is the wrong word, but she would just "pop up" somewhere for an extended stay. I remember as a kid the following happened on several occasions: We'd all be asleep and suddenly at about 2:00am we'd hear an engine outside (like I said, deep woods, so an engine would immediately wake us). We'd all be startled out of bed and hurry to the windows. Sure enough, there's Aunt Diane, my father's sister, out in the yard with her THREE HORRIBLY BRATTY SONS unpacking their van, pulling out groceries, sleeping bags, you name it. My mother would be furious because we of course had no idea she was coming. She picked whacky hours to avoid Boston traffic so this always happened at around 2am. We'd all throw on bathrobes and file downstairs to begrudgingly greet them. My three cousins would be all wound up from the long ride and ready to run around the house all hyper. My father would usually make a quiet comment to her that she should have called first, and then go out and help them in with ALL their stuff. They would stay for a week or two each time and would bring obscene amounts of stuff with them, practically taking over the whole house. She'd bring some leftover food and start reheating it, and meanwhile it's 3:00am now and we all just want to go back to bed!
And even worse than this was two other occasions involving that same aunt. On one of these visits she was having trouble with her oldest son, who was around 16 and announced to him in front of my parents (but without asking them first) that he would be spending the summer with us!!! My parents almost had a heart attack. He did stay that summer, and my father put him to work on our farm and taught him how to be respectful and all that good stuff. To this day my cousin still remembers that summer and says he was scared to death of my father, but is very grateful that my dad "set him straight".
And she did the same thing with my Grandfather on another occasion! Stopped by unexpectedly for "a visit" and announced to my father that she was leaving my grandfather with him for "a few months". Which turned out to be a year. The weirdest part of that saga was that my father and his father had not spoken in years to due personal things, and I didn't even know I had a grandfather! My father said to me "This is your Gramps!" and this mean, grumpy old man said "Get outta here kid".
But I still hate drop-ins!!!
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Don't like, and don't care who it is. Home is as far away as I will go to get away from people. And I will defend my right to be left alone at home, whether it's taking the phone off the hook, or not inviting drop ins in.
I don;t mind those that drop by mid-afternoon just to chat for a bit. It's the ones that constantly show up right at dinner time and sit down like were invited. The hot dog on steak night stopped that one.
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