Small Community

The RV Park is like a small community.  Sometimes the neighbors look out for you, sometimes they know too much about you and you about them.

Raymond (names have been changed) is one of the characters I have gotten to know in the last couple of years.  He's about the same age as my grandparents and has been most recently divorced for about 10 years. Raymond lives close enough he can see me coming and going and lets me know he keeps track of when I come in. 

During the holidays I went to the movies with Anderson, who also lives in the rv park.  Anderson has been a widower for about the past 10 years, says he won't go to the movies alone and was relatively new to the park.  Raymond found out about me going to the movie with Anderson and became jealous.  Raymond has invited me to watch movies with him at his place on numerous occasions in the past and I've politely declined.  I enjoy movies, but Raymond has openly talked about watching movies in his bed and in the nude.  (Maybe some day I'll do a whole post on the character of Raymond.) Raymond continues to be offended and apaulled at why I might decline his numerous offers to join him in watching a movie.

A few weeks after I went to the movie with Anderson, Raymond let me know someone had a complaint about me.  Raymond informed me that Joseph was jealous because I had gone to the movie with Anderson.  Raymond went on to say Joseph was jealous because he had offered to take me out to the local karaoke bars or drinking on the lake boat with him and his friends.  (Joseph has a daughter about my age.)

It's concerning being the talk of the park and having so many people knowing about my coming and going.  Raymond and one of his neighbors make comments about me being out after dark so often.  I've explained on numerous occasions that I'm at class or doing things relating to school.  Sometimes I think the personal boundaries in the RV park are about as thin as the walls of the RV (paper thin).