Got nothing for my devoted fans lately. Been leaving you high and dry. Just know I am thinking about you both. 🙂
Buenos Aires Street Life
This post has nothing to do with my destinations and travel, yet has everything to do with friendship. And, I just want to talk about this.
A local man about 25 years old screams & yells below my apartment, curses & spits… flails his arms and causes such a racket. I peek down and look outside, just to see wtf is going on…Oh, it’s the blue-shirt man again. Yikes! I am scared of this man. “He is on drugs.” this was my initial thought. Not “Is he on drugs?” Second thought: Stay away from the crazy man…keep your distance girl, keep it safe.
Then last night, I heard blue-shirt man yelling up a storm and I looked down over my terrace. The blue-shirt man was sitting with his friends on the curb, just hanging out enjoying the evening time. Every once in a while, blue-shirt man would throw a screaming fit, and I saw him slap himself a few times…HARD. His friends didn’t react. Nothing. Zilcho. They obviously knew something about blue-shirt man that I didn’t.
Blue-shirt man most likely has Tourette Syndrome. When put into context of a circle of friends who didn’t care about it…or better yet understood what was going on with the screaming & flailing, it didn’t look that scary to me anymore. He wasn’t on drugs, and he is not crazy, just has something else going on in his brain. I was very pleased to see his circle of friends sitting with him and just being mates. Made me like people more.