Being an artist, I don’t typically just have opinions about art
related items. There’s a new phenomenon
that I’ve encountered regarding daily life in the city, and I expect it may well turn into a little rant.
To clarify where this is coming from, it helps to know about
where I came from. I grew up in a small
rural community. This is the kind of
place that mostly everyone knows everyone else.
This is the kind of place that a grocery shopping trip can take an
entire afternoon. This is the kind of
place that has as many liquor stores as churches.
People have a certain understanding with one another.
For instance, if there is an unfenced field representing the
backyard of 3 houses, it’s not uncommon for a father to be playing catch across
a few yards with his little athlete. There is an understanding
that if there is damage caused the Father takes responsibility – which would be
the insurance interpretation anyway.
However, after this method works for years, a lady from the city moves
in and calls the police when the ball rolls softly several inches onto her
portion of the field.
This is astounding to me.
When I was still in public school, I hadn’t been sure of what I’d even observed. It looked weird, but I hadn't been able to contextualize the reason why.
Now, I live in the city in my own house. I’d been renting up to this point, so my
interaction with neighbors was limited at best. So, there's been a gap in between my home town expereiences and my current conundrum.
Here we go. I had no idea people were so high upon themselves to call
the police if someone so much as places their garbage bags a little too close
to their part of the alley.
Really?
I used to think we just didn’t have good funding for our
buddies in uniform, but it turns out that they spend a portion of their time
with moronic complaints that have no criminal effect on society. The garbage wasn't open. The garbage wasn't obstructing traffic of any kind. The garbage wasn't making a mess in the alley. The garbage wasn’t thrown at them. The garbage wasn’t unceremoniously scattered
about their yard. The garbage didn’t
contain the remains of their child or pet, which was than thrown at them and
scattered about the lawn. The garbage sat there until the garbage wast aken away.
That got a little on the morbid side, but the concept is there. What possible reason is there to involve law
enforcement for trivialities of this nature?
Neighbor rivalries?
Petty differences?
Are we even adults?
Calling the police is not a hobby.
Perhaps the reason our police force is unable to put a dent
in titles like ‘Murder Capital of Canada’ is because they have to put too much
effort into childish citizens that don’t play nice in the sandbox. To add an artistic ranting kind of note here,
perhaps our city would be able to flourish culturally if people were able to
dislodge their collective noses out of other peoples’ business enough so to not
require an armed person in a uniform to waste time and tax dollarson nonsense.
O_o
Anyway, this has been a rant.
Sincerely,
Angel and the Stickmen