Pondering strange breakfast moments

This morning as i sit here drinking my coffee and eating my buttered toast, i can't help but remember a few odd goings on at breakfast times around here. I remember one morning in particular in which i walked out on to the balcony to enjoy my coffee and found 2 men enjoying their coffee... in the dupster! just standing there the two of them with their coffees and chatting away like they were'nt in a giant bin! And they just stayed there in the dumpster, chatting and drinking coffee for a good hour or so in which time i simply stood on the balcony watching and saying aloud to myself. "What the fuck are you doing? You're having your morning catch up in a giant bin you fucking freaks! Get out of the dupster and have a conversation! Dumpsters are not reception rooms! Granted i dont know weather the conversation belongs there... It could be shit!" Although I'm standing here screaming away to myself because these people are too far away to hear a word im saying! Who's the crazy one now mother fucker?! Alas it was always me. I wonder on a regular basis weather the other tenants are judging me the way that i judge them. Then i realise... no they aren't. You know how i know this? It's simple really... MY CHEESE HAS SLID OFF ME CRACKER! What kind of sane person sits on their balcony judging and rating his neighbours and then writing a blog about it? I'm creeping myself out. But hey everybody needs a hobby. It's just that my hobby is usually associated with psychopaths and stalkers! Which reminds me of a different story. we have a man in the complex whom, for some reason, i see carrying a pot to and from his upstairs nieghbours apartment. He may have no power or water or something but one morning he stops halfway there to have a little chat with 2 of the other tenants of that particular building (A as it happens) and the woman who lives in the apartment he always visits walks out and goes straight past the group without so much as a sideways glance. Now I'm no expert on these matters but if you are in someboddys house every day you would surely either already be friends or strike up a friendship right? Well these 2 acted as if the other didn't even exist! so i start ranting away to myself (Which i tend to do in the mornings)... "WHY!? WHY IS HE IN YOUR HOUSE!? YOU'RE NOT THERE!? AND YOU DON'T MIND THAT HE'S ALL UP IN YOUR HOUSE!? ARE YOU REALLY LOVERS AND YOU'RE HAVING A FIGHT SO YOU IGNORE EACH OTHER!? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" At which point the three men stop talking and look up and at first im just thinking "Why are they looking at me?" but they have heard me yelling at nothing and now they know that im alone and i must have been talking to myself. so now i think "At least those three men are judging me." And i feel a little better other than the fact that my ApartMental name is probably something along the lines of "That scary screeming guy" so for now this is that scary screeming guy signing off and remember hate thy neighbour folks.