I'm a new homeowner, and it took me less than a year to realize that well--the people who live around you are the absolute worst.
Growing up, I always heard my parents groan whenever they heard someone mention "neighborhood association," but their level of hatred and contempt for the self-appointed residential street police is something that you have to experience to fully understand. And back then, neighborhood associations only consisted of a $50 yearly fee, a phone directory, and a meeting once every few months. Nowadays, we've got Facebook pages, email blasts, and Nextdoor app networks to wade through on a daily basis. I gave these people my contact info a month or so ago when a serial rapist was running around Tulsa. Now, I've opened Pandora's box. The neighborhood nazis have got me trapped into their endless threads of pointless minutia for life.