He has a 3 bedroom house, a huge yard, a nice car, and he does absolutely nothing all day. NOTHING.
He's about late 20's to early 30's, pretty good looking and fit.
I think his father gave him the house. Though I'm not sure, because I never speak to him.
What I do know is that he has no job, and he spends his days lounging around the yard playing with his dogs, or going hiking, or skiing, or fishing (judging from the gear in his truck).
Then he spends his evenings in the back yard grilling, smoking cigars, and drinking with his friends until about 2 or 3 a.m. every night.
Occasionally, his father will visit and join him in the yard, and they will sit out there for hours talking.
Don't get me wrong. I don't dislike this guy, or begrudge him his life. He's very pleasant, says hi, never makes trouble, and doesn't make a lot of noise.
But I just can't get past the fact that he lives this charmed life that is shoved in my face every day, when I'm either leaving for work, or coming home from work after a long and treacherous day. Every day I have to witness this.
Meanwhile, he does... nothing. Absolutely nothing. Except have fun, relax, eat, drink and enjoy the company of friends and family. All day. Every day.
I accept that this is my lot in life, but why does it have to be shoved in my face?