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Today, my neighbor will never be my friend.  And they’ve begged… yes… remember I told you I’m an SPV magnet? And the story about this pushy immature SPV that ‘needs’ to be my friend is in my book: I… Victim!

The SPV in this story is called: obtuse SPV… one of those who don’t know how to keep their distance and pretend that your life and time are theirs.

I was home that evening with a client who is a magician. We were in the middle of a shoot, that is… working. 

The theme: Magic.  And, of course, we had balloons and confetti, candy - and whatever makes ‘magic’ seem like a big party and there was a child, my nephew, who was the model for the shoot.

When, out of the blue, the doorbell rings.  It was my neighbor, the obtuse SPV - and I don’t even remember why - to find what he calls: a party.  Therefore, he decides to argue my not having invited his son to ‘the party’!

Could somebody please explain this to me!!!!!????

See, I am not required to invite anyone anywhere just because he/she knows me, right?   If I don’t feel like it, I just don’t do it… I don’t care how much that person feels that I ‘owe’ him… the ‘I have to’ is not in my vocabulary anymore.

I don’t think I have to tell you that I couldn’t reason with the obtuse SPV.  He’s an SPV!  He simply decided in his stubborn obtuse small stupid mind that it was a… ‘Party’!

To an SPV if there are balloons and confetti and candy and kids - ignoring the fact that there was only one kid surrounded by lamps, cameras, film and whatever - its a ‘Party’!  And I ‘have to’ invite him… yes… can’t get any weirder than that!

They corroborate, everyday, just how absurd they are… it’s one after the other with these people!

And of course this obtuse SPV came back a few minutes later… yeah… kid in hand… so that I could take a picture of his freaking kid at… ‘THE PARTY’!  I threw in the towel… saying anything would have been like believing the sun might rise on the west someday!

That was then… when I wasn’t any good at handling SPVs, and now… I just slam the door on their face!

This SPV was way too close for comfort.  The neighbors… blessed neighbors!  By being patient we give them the importance they don’t have, and end up paying a high price.  Has this happened to you?