Soooooo close.

Last night, I came home with all my groceries. And this young kid, who apparently lives on my floor though I've never seen him, actually helped me carry my bags into the elevator. I was in shock. So much so, that I didn't tell him I'm super strong and don't need help carrying groceries. I was in awe so much that I almost ran upstairs and wrote about how wrong I've been all along, because the nice boy was willing to carry my groceries for me.

And then....

10:30pm: I go outside to walk the dogs, and there are 15 people sitting in the hallway circling the elevator like a campfire eating BBQ Chicken. What in the holy hell is wrong with these people? Why would you ever WANT to EAT YOUR DINNER IN THE HALLWAY!?!?!?!?!?!?! And also, which came first the stereotype or these monsters living the stereotype? If you are one of my good friends, you got a picture this morning of the plates of filth LEFT IN THE HALLWAY outside my door.
I was talking to someone about this Wednesday, that this is how racism is propagated. Not to get too preachy, but my neighbors hated me the minute I moved in. Because I looked like someone that was probably an ahole to them at some other point. So, they treat me like garbage. This makes me wish they would all die an agonizing death. Someday I will move away, and I will have to UNlearn this hatred for people who look like them. But, what about the people like me who move (and there are others, I see their terrified faces in the lobby) and don't stop hating the people who look and behave like our neighbors?

This morning the front door was locked from the outside. So a handful of my neighbors and I were actually trapped on the inside. We had to bang on the door until some guy let us out. I wish I could describe that particular kind of panic.