THE HATED HERO SYNDROME
Had another one of those weird incidents at work last night.
Its often weird working here.
At times it feels wondrous and magical working here.
There are so many lost souls and dark personalities here.
Sometimes I think that is what attracts some of the crazies who come around
or try to hang out.
I approached a group and asked them to turn the music down they were blasting.
I was basically ignored.
I was made to feel helpless.
I was only looking out for the clients who were sleeping nearby.
I was heckled until a YOUTH ADVOCATE came outside to investigate.
I was reminded last night how much these kids tend to hate us security guard who work here to protect them and for the most part they DO NOT RESPECT US and I don't think its supposed to be this way.
Sometimes I think everybody hates us because they call us "snitches" or "rent a cops" when all we're trying to do is do our jobs so we can go home like everyone else and pay our bills.
I really don't understand this widespread misconception about us.
RANT OVER.
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I dreamt I was flying the other night.
It was the first dream I'd had in a while.
Was falling upwards
pulled by some force
and I heard a voice say
"Don't look down"
Then I heard it say
"Awake"
and my midsection glowed.
After that I was flying around like Superman.
Was flying down a hallway and Sgt James was there awestruck.
I dreamt today me and my brother "Joshuazilla" and a small boy were sitting
getting spun around in this strange carousel-like machine
as photos of us were snapped.
It felt REAL.
So I'm dreaming again.
Last night I asked Sgt James if he could remember any of his dreams and he said "No"
Is that normal?
Shouldn't artists dream?
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