You all know me as a man who promotes peace, love, and positivity. I am optimistic with the hope that others become so too. I accept different perspectives and understand faults. I try to cultivate mindfulness. I am not quick to anger. These are qualities that took time to develop out of a much angrier young man, more prone to quick reactions. Getting to those qualities required me to grow them out of the dirt of my childhood. I’m glad I did so.
Every now and then though, my smiling attitude is seen as weakness or effeminate. Reacting calmly took time to learn too. But yesterday, I learned something… you really shouldn’t throw things at my head because I might just unlearn a thing or two.
I was walking on the sidewalk with a friend. We were joking about something, having a good time laughing, on our way down to get coffee. Something flashed in my peripheral vision, and I looked over to see something by my friend’s face. I heard it smack her loudly as she took several steps back. I’m scanning the street to make sense of what happened, when I notice the windows to the house we’re in front of are open. I can hear at least two people, one male who is laughing.
It takes me about half second to stride up the front steps, three at a time, to start knocking. Only I’m not knocking, I’m throwing straight rights into the peephole, rattling the cheap wooden frame, and leaving a streak of knuckle imprints across the paint. I can hear someone and give the door a rest.
The door opens and a young woman starts apologizing right away. Before I say anything, another woman, in her 40s, asks me what’s going on. I explain that someone just threw something at my friend and me from her window. I’m here to make sure we understand accountability. She apologizes too, and says it was the kids. I see a few young men standing a bit in the back.
“If any of them are over 18, I’d like to see them outside, now.”
“No, none are. They’re kids.” She gave me a look that said momma’s-gonna-handle-her-house so I nod.
I see I’ve begun to upset her, so I say, “alright then,” and head back down the stairs.
I like to live around peace and make sure others can too. My mom calls me the neighborhood watchman.
That’s all, just a vent post. Have a good day everybody!