This is probably a stupid thing to even post about, it’s not like it’s a BIG deal or anything, but I don’t know. I feel… I don't know what I feel, honestly. I think maybe I’m just really angry, which is silly because it’s not really *his* fault. But is anyone else just utterly infuriated by… well, by old people who refuse to move on, I guess? Or maybe it’s not even that, maybe it’s just the *expectation* that you should just be endlessly patient and understanding because they’ve had a difficult time. My neighbour, Mr. Henderson, he's 68, his wife passed a few months back, and it’s obviously awful, I get that. Everyone in the village has been rallying around him, bringing food, checking in. And I've done my part, honestly. I’ve brought him casseroles, I've listened to him talk about Mrs. Henderson for hours, I've offered to help with chores. But lately… it's like he's taken it to this whole new level. He knows I'm home by 6, and every single morning now, at like, 6:15 AM, he walks his land, but he *always* detours past my house, just slow enough to catch me before I leave for work. And he just… stands there. Like he’s expecting me to stop everything, go out, and have a whole conversation about how he misses the morning check-ins with his wife. Every. Single. Day. And I know, I KNOW it’s grief. And I feel awful for him, truly. But I’m 25! I just started this new job, I’m trying to get my own life together, and I feel like I’m being held hostage by this silent, daily obligation. If I don't go out there, I’m the bad guy, the unfeeling millenial who doesn’t care about her elders. But if I do, I’m late for work, and I have to listen to the same stories, the same laments, for the tenth time. And I just want to SCREAM. Like, can't you find a different route, sir? Or maybe… I don’t know… *anyone* else? There are other people in this village! Am I the only one who thinks this is just a little bit… much? It’s not funny, but sometimes I just want to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all so I don’t cry from the frustration. It's just so… relentless. And I feel so guilty for feeling this way, which just makes me even more mad.