they called the cops on me

with nothing particular in mind, i recall having made a joke today. dang, i should have taken a hint from my peers and worked a little harder on getting that MRS -- all those hours i spent on meditation and introspection just mean that i got no one to pay my rent when i'm broke. i also included a lame joke about craigslist and sugardaddies.

if i have no burning questions these days, if i'm waiting patiently and not overly concerned about anything, then i wonder what i had been trying to solve for so long. my creative writing ta in college referred to me as a relationship writer during office hours where she critiqued my writing. i used to write about relationships, but when did that stop?

well, when did it start? end of college -- strongly promoted by voldemort. i guess i mimicked his desire for a mate, and the more i subscribed to his opinions the more i was fretting over dating and relationships. looks like when i got over voldemort i stopped caring about my status in intimate relationships, or even whether one was in the works. i suppose i was tossing c around for a while out of boredom and competitiveness, but i really think we are incompatible and he's not the missed opportunity i was pegging him to be. 

now i'm hanging out so relaxedly, like an astronaut on a space walk.

in non-relaxed times earlier today, i walked to my daily smoke spot to see a police car parked at the corner and the office standing on the curb, leaning on the car.

whoa. there are never cops in my neighborhood. and why is there one parked? right at my smoking corner?

i walked a wide berth around the cop car, keeping my hands out of my pockets, and went two blocks down and smoked in the alley behind a new house under construction. walked the three blocks back to my house with previously used avoidance tactics.

maybe... the police were researching for parking violations, or something.

but my roommate definitely thinks someone called the cops on my daily smoking, sending an office to wait out there all day if he has to. but wow, instead of talking to me directly, some random person notified the police.

uuugh.

my roommate continued, saying that whoever called the police did so probably thinking that someone smoking pot equals drug dealing in the neighborhood. that is the dumbest fucking thing i've ever heard. why would you smoke where you deal?! give stoners a little credit for fuck's sake. what are my neighbors thinking, that i'm trying to advertise and drum up sales?

it's how society works in the favor of ignorance. i smoked out in public, trying to show that i'm not a threat, but instead of taking the facts at face value my neighbors have made inaccurate assumptions due to stereotyping and ignorance. one person smoking weed equals lots of problems for anyone else in the vicinity. due to this ignorance, now i have to sneak around alleys and  appear shady and threatening, even though it couldn't be further from the truth.

it's the undesirable consequence of my location.