Had another potentially violent confrontation with another trans person and this time it was here at work. Just the other day it was at the 7/11 down the street. I really wish some of these troubled individuals would be rounded up and placed in some sort of psych clinic to receive the treatment they need. Then they can become a productive part of society and the streets would be safer for the rest of us. I was talking to a co-worker and he was like even though they are a small part of the population they probably the ones who raise more ruckus. I was sitting at the desk and when this person I will call "Sally" came to the dooor tapping to get in I followed protocol and called on the walkie for a supervisor of the dept to come and open the door. Seconds later Sally started going off about how this was all bullshit and abd people be playing games and just making a big fuss until moments later the supervisor came to let them in. They wouldn't even look me in the face when they came in and the supervisor let them into the housing area. Moments later I could hear them being very LOUD with the supervisor regardless to the fact alot of other youth were in their quarters sleeping peacefully. This went on for about a minute before I heard a door close and the supervisor walked away. About three minutes later the person came back asking me to assit them with getting belongings out of a cabinet in the room and when I told them I could not they got REALLY nasty and combative with me. He/she was like "I can take off this bra and get straight" I said "I can take off my bra and get straight too" That was right around the time when the supervisor came back as I'd called them to help the person before they got all crazy. Now see this is the type of thing that we as security have to deal with because these clowns know they can just talk to us any kind of way but they bite their tongues with the supervisors because they know they can kick them out I guess. Still "Sally" was copping an attitude with the supervisor who eventually ended up letting them go outside with no option to return till the next day. I told homeboy I wish I had his patience and he told me he was literally shaking from having to hold himself together. I looked in the mirror the other day and noticed how much grey hair I have these days and it really hit me why.
Wednesday, November 27, 2024
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Confessions of a sad superhero book 176
Dreams:
NOV 1st
1. Finding occupied igloos in the snow.
Sunday, November 3, 2024
Confessions of a sad superhero book 175
Took a trip to see my family in Florida for Halloween as I usually do and it was cool even though I didn't get to visit an amusement park this time around. I got a chance to see my stepsister Beverly who just went through a surgery on her leg. She had an infection which could have cost her her leg or even worse if left unchecked. She's in recovery until December and doing well. My little brother who has fallen into black sheep territory was nowhere in sight. I told my mother I must be dead to him and she said I shouldn't take it personally. He never calls anyone and they live right there in Florida. Well he calls when he needs something. I felt myself getting really emotional when I told my mother that. I mean to say it was strange feeling some tearful reaction wanting to surface. Joshua is going through some shit and I of all people know what its like to take time away to work on self yet dude has made so many wrong life decisions and he like so many other young black men seems addicted to smoking weed. I feel bad at times because I think maybe if I'd been more a part of his life in those early years and built a real relationship with him his life wouldn't be the mess it is today. I understand my mother and stepdad can be difficult at times yet when they tell me all the things he has put them through it just makes me angry and by keeping my distance I have probably avoided conflicts with this guy. I have heard of fights where a family member had to step in when another was out of line. Joshua is 30 now and it blows my mind how much time has flown by from when he was that cute little kid who would keep checking to make sure I was still there in the next room because he didn't want me to leave. Hopefully he gets his life together. Mom says give him time and eventually he will come back to us. I want to believe that but in my heart I'm worried about this path dude has taken. I keep really feeling he might need some kind of an intervention.