My life is quiet in Switzerland. I like it here. However, I do not like living in a small village. I love the horses and cows. I adore the calm. Walking is a pleasure here.
It is some of the people that I do not care for.
I have never lived somewhere where so many people are interested in everyone else’s lives. It isn’t the Swiss that I have a problem with. The Swiss are discrete. I don’t want to get into WHO it is or the nationalities. However, I hate it.
I hate listening to them talk about others and have told them so. I know they talk about me and then pretend to be nice. I really am not comfortable with that.
I don’t like being mean or cold to people. It is not my thing. I never stay mad long at someone. I am forgiving to a fault. Yet, I am finding that when I am rude and blunt with them they are nice. If I am nice they try to walk all over me.
One of the women was even taking my stroller when she had one right next to mine. I am forced to lock up my stroller so that she can’t use it. I don’t want the germs from her sick kid on my son’s stroller not to mention the fact that she leaves pieces of chocolate on the seat which melts.
We live in a beautiful apartment in a very nice area. However, I have the feeling that I am living in an American trailer park (you Americans know what I mean – for the French it is the quartier) some days. Because of three families I am stressed in my otherwise perfect Swiss life.
I am forced to take my kids to play at parks away from our apartment so that I don’t have to talk to these women. I get my kids up early to go to school so I don’t have to walk to the bus stop with a certain mother. I am constantly “hiding out” from these people.
It is the only way I can keep from having to talk to them without being down out rude. I am not comfortable being rude. However, I know that is the only way to deal with this type of person.
Sad isn’t it?
I have never lived around people like this. It amazes me that they would want to be so petty, ignorant, childish and rude to others. It is a nightmare having to live in the same building with them.
Ok…my rant is over. Whew…I do feel better.
I love living in Switzerland. I will like it better when our lease is up and we move away from nosey neighbors and their incredibly long wagging tongues.