Why, oh why are people so inconsiderate?

As I stepped out of my car last night and walked towards my building, I nearly fell over on what turned out to be an abandoned mattress right outside my front door. The sodden mattress and a chair with a cushion missing were left right on the step of my building, making it difficult to walk through and get to the door. According to my flatmate, the neighbours downstairs ditched the items by the rubbish bins the other day, were told to move them and after a few complaints to the property managers from other tenants, decided to move them to where they would cause the most bother. From what we can make out, the offending neighbours went on holiday on the 5th and the mattress has been there since.

So, why do people behave that way? All it takes is a phone-call to the council and it would be collected. I know that one of the other people in the building could handle this, but why should we? It’s not our rubbish and it’s irresponsible for people to assume that other people will clean up their mess…

I have a feeling that in the interest of clearing the walkway and making it safe, my flatmates and I will probably do something about getting it moved, but I resent it and every other case where people dump their trash on other people’s property or on the side of the road.

My first instinct was to torch the thing, but on reflection, I realised that it may not be the move in keeping with my desire to make the block of flats a safer place. 🙂

So, my question is, what is it that makes some people think that this sort of behaviour is ok?

Today’s Prompt: I can’t believe they did that….

Think about something that gave you a jolt and tell us all about it.

6 thoughts on “Why, oh why are people so inconsiderate?

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  1. “Oh noes! Now we have a sparkly-new mattress, this old mattress doesn’t have a place to go!”

    “Won’t the council take it away?”

    “Yes. But you’re forgetting one important thing.”

    “What’s that?”

    “We’ll have to ring the council.”

    “RING THEM!?”


    “Oh noes twice! Phones are horrible!”

    “Exactly. You know how much I can’t stand ringing people up. It’s so embarrassing.”

    “Well, what do you suggest we do then?”

    “I don’t know. Since the world makes it so difficult for us to get rid of a simple mattress, we should probably just dump it.”

    “But we’ve already been told not to do things like that with huge mattresses.”

    “True. But there’s bound to be someone else in the flats who like making phone calls. If we chuck it outside in an inconvenient place, I expect they’ll sort everything out for us.”

    “Of course! Genius! Why didn’t I think of that?”

    “I don’t know. Idiot. Why am I with you?”

  2. Hehe…I liked Martin’s response!

    But really, as for the question you posed, even though it’s rhetorical, I think it’s just lack of love for others. It’s this continuous thing we are bred under, to draw a line between ourselves and others. But true love is only when one can love all, without any prejudice, and equally.

    Yes, it sounds utopian and all that jazz, but…


    I know it can be frustrating. Over here in India, this is all one gets to see everywhere one looks. This mutual disrespect and hatred – a venting of personal problems on others, and a very clear demarcation between “Me” and “You”

  3. – Rant Alert –

    It’s sad, but true. We’re too willing to treat a minor fault as a major blight. And then we go talking about it to everyone except the person who caused the problem. For example:

    “I can’t believe Sally never does her washing up…it just stays in the sink and I’m always left to do it for her. Well, I decided not to clean up for her anymore. But now it just gets in the way. It’s so annoying!”

    And it used to be effective to talk about something to get it off our chest. But now a lot of these ‘talks’ are pure ‘moans’. And the more we moan about it, the more it makes us unhappy. And the more unhappy we are, the more angry we become!

    Before you know it, leaving the washing up has become a reason to dislike a person, yet it’s quite probable that Sally doesn’t even realise it’s caused an issue.

    Then the curt remarks and difficulties arise, which causes tension in both camps. That’s when the relationship suffers even more.

    No wonder I’ve seen many close relationships end, yet neither party really understands how the problem came to be in the first place.

    – Rant over! –

    In terms of the mattress issue, it’s difficult to speak to people about a problem when you don’t even know them. If you try to have a friendly discussion about an issue with a relative stranger, you don’t know if you’re going to get into a big argument or, even worse, a massive punch-up.

    Perhaps some people think that they’ve got away with doing something before, so they might as well act in a similar way to the previous time.

    Sniff! 😦

  4. Martin – they’ve moved the mattress! Someone in the building got to it before we could, but it wasn’t the owners sadly…

    But I know what you mean, it’s hard to approach people when there’s a problem, especially if you don’t know how they are going to react. It’s not easy if, as in this case, you may have to put up with frosty stares in the hallway as you go home. This is sorted, but you never know what people are going to do next and if you’re going to have the patience to deal with it in a civilised manner… 🙂

  5. I’m glad for you that the mattress has gone.

    But there must have been a reason for it in the whole crazy scheme of things.

    For one, this post of yours would never have existed.

    The world would be a completely different place.

    In another universe, that mattress still belongs to a bed somewhere…

    …either that, or the neighbours aren’t scared to ring the council!

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