I'm blown, and not in that good Las Vegas way either. I just called the cops on one of my neighbors, and it feels like I'm on Lil' Cease status for doing so. (Please don't get it twisted, I'm not one who subscribes to the notion of lying to the Grand Jury, especially when they already have made their case. Shit like that could cost you, I don't know, a year and a day, maybe. I'm middle of the road on that one, but, it ain't me or none of mie, so I don't trip off of it too much. But, I digress.) I called the cops, not on some snitch shit, but on some, "I think this chick next door just got her ass beat. What am I supposed to think when I hear thumping on the walls and sobs of "No, no, no!"? Well, they could have been fuckin' smart ass, but this ain't the time for jokes. This didn't sound like throes of ecstacy type shit, and I have pesonal shit that makes this a sensitive topic for me.
Needless to say, I was perfectly willing to go over and knock on the door, but in case this was what I supsected, and old boy was still felling froggy, I figured it'd be best to do so with the appearance of a united front, i.e. get a male neighbor. I don't want to get in nobody's drama, especially where I live; that makes things way too complicated, epecially since I live right next door (sigh). On a side noe, I did go over there once on some "Is everything alright business?", but she said it was cool. Mind you, prior to me going over, there were raised voices, profanity, statements like, "Get outta my way", "Get off of me". Hell, right before I knocked on the door, it sounded like shit had just turned physical. I'm sure it did, because if it didn't just get raw, it wouldn't have gone dead silent before she answered the door.
So, I am blown on many levels. If she did get her ass beat, I'm blown. If this is a consistent thing, I'm blown. That I, a complete stranger, had to get involved...I'm blown. I don't know who dude is, or what he looks like, but he may know me. This dude might be petty and try to catch me slip[ping. Now, this may all blow over, and I pray for both of them that it's not what it is, and if so, they both seek help. But, we have all heard the stories of dumb shit happening to other folks because someone else got caught being dumb. I have no intention of being that person.
Which leads into a larger question, what does love have to do with domestic violence? Is it love, or lack of self-love? Emotional dependence? What is it, because as a man, I just can't understand why a woman would allow herself to be abused, especially under the premise of love. There is no justification that can be given for letting that go down...okay, I'm getting a little peeved. I'm blown because the due I went to, who seems all "community-oriented" was like, "Call the cops". Now he may be community-oriented, and he may have been right...but, I feel like, once those cops leave...it's just the folks who live here. I'm not the most social guy to those I don't know, so I don't know many of my neighbors.
[Cops just got here...I type slow, so it may have been about 15- 20 minutes to respond]
Now, question: If I was wrong, which I doubt, should I feel bad for calling the whoas? Let's dialogue about some of these questions, for real ya'll. Email, message/bored? and blog comments...make it happen.
Who said living in the stix was all peaches and cream? I need to do some reading...