I kind of love laundry.
I debated whether to call the police or not after this happened. On the one hand, they may have been able to get him some help and there’s a chance he picked a fight with someone a bit more willing (though I think my size and gentle nature were part of the reason I was targeted – if I were so inclined, he wasn’t a physical threat to me), but this is also how I end up reading about police shooting unarmed, argumentative homeless people.
Maybe I erred on the side of empathy, but at this point in my life I don’t really trust the police to make the right decision.
Sorry, friends. I think it’s more about me than the content, but at some point I started paying too much attention to the puppeteer and not enough to the show. This is pretty universal across all media I see for young people.
It’s probably the same reason I doubt I’ll ever finish reading the Harry Potter books.