I’m with you. We say, “Don’t rationalize or excuse your suspicions, err on the side of your instinct,” and people said, “What about racist calls? What about the flawed system?” I’m not advocating, “Hey, call the cops on your intellectually disabled neighbors of color just because they let the kids play in the…

I think we have the lurid instinct to learn more about tragedy and horror so that, theoretically, we won’t fall prey to the same fate. The human ancestor who figured out which plant or animal killed the next tribe over survived, and the uninterested peers didn’t.

It’s a horrible social phenomenon wherein the more people who “share the blame”, the less responsible or guilty any one individual feels. That’s why I always spring into action when s**t seems to be going down - you can’t trust anyone else! Good on you for deviating from the “norm”. Google Kitty Genovese, similar to…

I know someone who’s got a number of siblings all very close in age, and the cops came by to do a wellness check - when my friend was too young to remember- because of all the screaming and crying made by multiple kids under five. The mom was so exhausted she pretty much said, “None of them are being neglected or…

Just look at Underscored6! That’s *literally* all it takes to be a bonafide, lifesaving hero - a *ONE-MINUTE PHONE CALL*. I call dispatch every few months or so over dangerously erratic drivers, weird crap on the subway, people sleeping in freezing conditions. I called 911 this summer because I saw a man beating a…

That’s why I *always* say something when I see something or suspect something - we can’t trust anyone else to do anything! We can’t just have this knowledge or this suspicion and sit on it until the day the reporters come to ask how we never knew our neighbor was up to evil.

Can she help me too because I get harassed a lot in Boston and I’m so very tired of having no help and then, after I stand up for myself, the bystanders eyeballing me like I’m the incipient threat.

I have had similar experiences. It’s getting to the point that anytime a guy on the T seems to notice me, I feel a little spurt of adrenaline and begin analyzing tactical choices. It’s draining.

I like the way you look at things.

God, that reminds me of when I was 12 or 13 and my mom and I were waiting to be seated in a restaurant. I was really tired, so I slumped over and rested my head on my arms on my knees, and she went to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, someone started rubbing my back and I, NATURALLY, assumed that it was my…

Or even just some damn cameras so we have proof after the fact. I have this recurring daymare wherein someone assaults me and I whup ass and then get in trouble for excessive force or whatever because he was “just trying to be nice”.

Yeah, that’s happened to me several times - I don’t even register that I’m the one being yelled at, so then they yell abuse.

I have been harassed on the T more times that I care to count and have never been helped. No one’s ever even said anything nice to me after the fact. Sure, you don’t want to draw fire from a tweaker, sure. But is it too damn much to make eye contact with me and smile encouragingly when he gets off and I start audibly…

My sister really hates my guts - not normal sister crap, emotionally abusive crap - and she used to give s**tty guys MY phone number!!! When I confronted her about it, she said, “God, it’s not a big deal, I assumed you could handle it, you’re always talking crap about how tough you are.” (I mean, maybe I do a little…

Oh, do I have train stories for you. Here is one, randomly curated for your horror.

Your screen name is excellent.

I have an opposite problem, wherein a medication I take and the physiological conditions it endgenders suppress my metabolism, but I also have gastritis and can’t let my stomach stay empty for long without experiencing ripping pain. I bet it’s much more socially acceptable for your lean-weight self to produce apron…

I only liked apples raw or sauced. I can’t stand them once they’re baked in a pie or a fritter or a cake or anything like that. And I love apples, and I love carbs. Similar to your salmon thing.

I want to give you all the stars.

I didn’t know inducing panic was a felony. I should probably stop saying, “Meth,” when my mom asks me what I’m doing.