Hi. You know the times I’ve complained about police brutality?

I’m not against cops. I think they have an extremely dangerous (read: scary) job. I know the majority of them are great, great, great ppl. They are fathers & brothers & uncles & friends. They are the ppl in your neighborhood; they ppl that you see each day.*

*yes, I know that was corny. But if you know me at all, you know that deep down inside me is not a soft nougat-y center, it’s all corn yo.

But if there is a cop that gets all worked up, here is why he/she may have reason to feel that way. This is an article about 2 separate incidents that happened on the same night, an hour & just a couple of miles apart.

I actually started writing this post yesterday, & was distracted & eventually forgot to post it. Anyway, so then today, I wake up & hear about THIS. More craziness.

So, I just wanna say that when I write about crazy cops, it’s not that I’m singling out the cops. I’m singling out the crazies. I just don’t like it when things get carried away, & all out of hand. You know these ppl who are this way? Where they get so out of control. I don’t care if they’re hoodlums, or cops, or a disgruntled employee, or whomever. Don’t they have ppl? You know what I’m talking about? Like I have ppl in my life that will keep me in check; I call them my sisters. If I’m doing something they think is going to lead to something bad, they will def call me out on it. I have a couple of close friends & I have Mr. T. If I’m feeling down, they’ll notice & try to help.

Where are the ppl? Everyone has ppl in their life. Even if they don’t reach out to them. Those ppl should notice & respond accordingly. I think that we are just so apathetic sometimes. I remember studying about diffusion of responsibility; & the woman who got stabbed in NYC while a dozen ppl heard her cries for help & didn’t think to do anything b/c they thought someone else would. I think we all have a personal responsibility to say or do something, anything, if we think it could help.

I was at a college fair held for high schoolers recently, & the family (mother/daughter team) next to me were going from table to table asking each school if they had a musical theatre program. I know it was none of my business, but I went up to the mother, & admitted that I had overheard her last conversation & mentioned a school in Chicago that I knew of that had a really great program (that school was not at that particular fair). Today, I went to the mailroom in our building & saw that they had these pretty flowers in a vase. But the water was getting contaminated b/c there were leaves under the water. So, I mentioned that if she stripped the leaves off the part of the stem that’s underwater, the flowers would last a week longer. Now, maybe (read: probably) I do butt into a lot of things that really don’t concern me. But this is just how I am; I’ve come to terms with it.

Maybe I need to come to terms with ppl not caring. ~sigh~