Inspiration from confrontation.

So, two minutes ago, I was looking through my house phone's recent calls, wondering who I wanted to talk to, and it dawned on me that I didn't want to talk to anyone. I wanted to talk to myself, and the best way to do that is, tadaa, blog about it. So now I've come to this, my computer screen. Lemme tell you about my day today, yeah?

It started out with me waking up at 8 o' clock in the morning. Everyone had left, and it was just me, chilling at home by myself. I was playing an online game called DoMo. Anyways, around 11-12, my doorbell rang, and I went out to see who it was. This white guy, wearing a white tall tee and jeans told me a bit about himself, according to his story, he had just moved in to the neighborhood, and he was with a landscaping company. Probably a family thing I thought to myself, he's just trying to make some honest money. I told him that I was sorry, but the Mexicans had already claimed our lawn (I didn't really say that, but it's the truth), and he politely apologized for wasting my time, and left. Back inside my house, I went, to play more DoMo.

About thirty minutes after my ordeal with the landscaping guy, I hear a loud crash, as if a window had been broken. Now, I was sitting in my living room, and the crash came from my neighbor's house, which was but a few feet away from where I was sitting. I could have easily gotten up off the sofa, went into my backyard and checked it out. But I didn't. I ignored it as an accident, the people were probably home, and they were doing some crazy stuff and broke the window themselves. You see the foreshadowing, right?

So Robot.M comes over, he starts breaking in my kitchen, we hang out for awhile, and then we go out with Blackman, Sidekick, and The Child to Peony Palace for some Chinese food/Mongolian barbecue. It's good, we have a good time, and then we head over to Blackman and Sidekick's house where I did a fourth of my essay on Wal-Mart, and The Child and I had a debate on the validity of my last blog entry (we'll get into that another time). So pretty much, we hang out until night time, and it's dark outside, and Robot.M breaks up the argument between me and The Child by feigning his intent on leaving. Eventually we actually DO leave, however, and we make it to my house. We're talking for a little bit in the car outside of my house, and some random guy informs me that my neighbors have been robbed. I go outside and tell the guy what I saw and heard, and Robot.M and The Child begin ridiculing me for not preventing it.

Ridiculing me to the point of frustration, enough that I would raise a middle finger at both of them while they sat in the car. I entered my house despite their apologies, and closed the door behind me, intent on being angry the rest of the night, and most of the next morning. Robot.M promptly called me on my house phone to apologize again, and I was calm by then, though I really didn't want to accept. It wasn't even my fault, I'm just not a hero. Sorry.

And this isn't the first time those two have teamed up to make me feel bad about myself. The last time was a more serious subject, though, and that night I couldn't help but let the tears fall. I even called my best homie, and she talked to me about it. I wasn't mad at them, though. I was more mad at myself. Like now. I could have done something. I could have dialed 911, called the cops, went out to investigate the house myself, and I probably wouldn't have even had to fight anybody, the guy probably would have just ran away if I saw him. Yeah, my fault. Sorry neighbors, I'm horrible. And they got their shit jacked. Hella stuff. I could have prevented that. But I didn't.