The transients who have settled in along the creek behind my apartment have been making nonsense noises, breaking glass, smashing plastic, and using sticks on the concrete to go along with their screaming and babbling. Have I called the CPD yet? No, but Ive considered it. So many thoughts and emotions float thru my head each night while I lie here with the window open, feeling enraged about the smoke wafting up from a downstairs neighbor who DOES pay to live here... I want peace and quiet in my home-space, just like many others. However, at what cost? Am I to be considered of higher value because I choose to maintain a steady job and rent an apartment? And while I observe myself in the ebbs and tides of rage, compassion, and pity, I do nothing against these beings as their actions disturb the peace of the beautiful Chico nights and taint the creek water with their [likely-chemical filled] urine and feces...while their dogs bark all night and their women cry and their men scream and fight each other, I sit by complacently, accepting them somehow..although in many ways, I hate them. Beneath the anger and the judgement and the harsh comparisons of them to me, I still love them...and I let them be. *sigh* Another night of tossing and turning.. ..currents of frustration and vengeance.. ..these all pass thru me, un-activated.. ..where do they go when I let them leave me? Are they caught?
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 08:39:21 +0000
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