Heavy Thoughts
Here's what is rolling around my head lately:
- I got summoned to jury duty. I love watching court in session. I would LOVE to be a jury forewoman. But I can't. If when I call in, the recording tells me to show up the next morning, I will have to ask to be excused. I do not belong on a jury. If one attorney forgets to give a copy of a document they submit to court, the forgotten attorney can get their client walked on that technicality. When a defendant shows up in front of a jury wearing sweatpants falling off his ass, I know he's guilty. Here's how: if he doesn't have the modicum of respect it takes to dress properly for court, then that is a clear sign to me that they do not respect laws. Thus, they probably broke one. Or some. Some kid slumped in his seat, smirking at everyone? Guilty of something. At the same time, I can not in good conscience believe any evidence against anyone, until there's no longer a need for the Innocence Project. Too many innocent people have been sent to prison. I can't be a part of that. (And yes. I know many court cases are just about who should pay for the costs of a car accident or something else less violent, like rape or murder.)
- If you're not from or in the Bay Area, you may not know there's this huge housing issue going on. What happened is that Twitter is moving its headquarters into the city, as well as lots of start-up companies. Which means a lot of rich people are moving to the city. More people need housing, fewer rentals available, all means rental prices shoot sky-high. The city literally can not build fast enough to meet the demand. So despite the fact that I hate my apartment, I am lucky to have it.
What I'm wondering is what happens to someone who is from San Francisco, went to prison for 10 or 15 years, and is getting out now? There is no way someone with a record can stumble out of prison and land an apartment in San Francisco these days. - Another thing keeping me up at night is my nails. I really like nail polish. When I notice it, it surprises me and makes me happy. But the second it chips, I want it off because I worry it looks unprofessional. But I don't want to deal with the process of taking it off. Plus, I am not a fan of manicures. There is no solution within my parameters; I know this. Obviously this isn't a heavy thought, but it keeps coming up when I'm trying to fall asleep.
Labels: Overthinking
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