He had been arrested by the time I came back with my grocery bags. He was the “get out of my lawn” kind of guy, who could pick a fight for the most benign reason. Last I heard of him was when his nephew emptied his house some years later. He’d been placed in a psychiatric ward.
Damn, that’s heavy. I genuinely hope you’re both in a better and happier situation right now.
Back when I was 17, I had a neighbor pull a gun right to my forehead. I shoved him away and said, in essence, “yeah, fuck you with your BB gun, I have some shopping to do”. He shot another neighbor in the gut not long after. I avoided death by dumbfounding him in a way that sound like it comes right out a daydreaming teenage fantasy.
Looking at this more benevolently, the teacher might be wishing that this kid’s generation will end up being more conscious and willing to act than his own.
That reminds me I should probably move The Demon-Haunted World to the top of the pile… Again…
If they survive my cats, rather than kicking them out, I catch and dispatch them inside the house. They more than deserve it.
I’m fine with awareness, it genuinely made me a better person than I was over time. What’s eating me is powerlessness. There’s so much to do, nobody wants to organize, and I lack the kind of wealth, connections, and skills that would make my little person influential enough alone…