It was nice out today, which of course brings all the annoying people out of the woodwork, so I wasn't surprised when I heard yelling outside the apartment. When I looked, it turned out to be the guy I call Loud Smelly Guy. That's when I realized that, aside from Upstairs Douchebag and one-half of The Nice Older Cuban Couple (I know the husband's name, but not the wife's), I know not one of my courtyard neighbors' names. Instead, I refer to them all by descriptive names I've made up along the way, such as Loud Smelly Guy, Upstairs Douchebag, and The Nice Older Cuban Couple. The other courtyard dwellers have been dubbed as follows:
Overly Tan Boat Shoes Guy
The Nice Old Lady Who Calls Me Nicole
The 20-Something Couple Who Mostly Keep to Themselves
The People Who Like to Stare in My Windows
The Old Russian Couple Who Hates Me Because My Former Upstairs Neighbor Was Their Friend
Cute New Guy With the Great Ass
One of the Maintenance Guys for the Complex and His Brother
The People Who Were Displaced by Hurricane Sandy
The Quiet Older Puerto Rican Couple
The Family of Indeterminate Race With Seemingly a Thousand Obnoxious Kids
The 30-Something Couple Who Mostly Keep to Themselves
Whoever Lives in the Last Apartment on the Bottom Level (because I truly I have no idea)
I'm sure I have a similar descriptive name in some people's minds (I actually heard someone call me "The Girl With the Big Dog and the Big Tattoos" once while I was walking Chuck).
Does it suck that I don't have one neighbor I'd trust enough to give my key to for an emergency, or even to ask to take in my mail if I'm not home? Sure. Is it sad that none of us feel the need to learn each other's names? A little. It might even be a commentary on today's society, but I can't be bothered to go that deep with it right now. Sure, I'd love to have neighbors Josh and I could be friends with, barbecue with, whatever. And maybe someday that will happen for us. Just not now, not here in this apartment complex. For now, we're The Other 30-Something Couple Who Mostly Keep to Themselves. And we're ok with that.