Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!
As I sit here on the trunk of my car, I see the value of just being there. Well, sorta….
My children are playing volleyball and so are a large portion of my friend’s children.
It is the teenage time of life for them and late outings are somewhat commonplace in the warm weather.
I will say It is great timing to have gotten a new job assignment with a daytme schedule.
Immediately on my arrival, I see there are gang bangers sitting on my friend’s car and I am pretty sure my friend does not want confrontation with them.
I don’t either so I sit on my car trunk. They eye me because I am an unknown. I get a text letting me know of the concern. I am already on it.
Will I confront them so they can jump me? No, I will let them fidget. I am not going to get caught in the battle of their choosing.
Tension builds on their end and I let it cook. They know they are doing something they shouldn’t be.
I play on my phone. The flash goes off on my camera and the uncomfortable they were trying hide becomes apparent.
Silence is king on my end. A majority of people cannot endure it.
Blue jacket blusters,
“(Derogatory Statement) get a cap busted in his ***”
They stare at me for a while and I ignore them.
I blog, and I sip my Monster. They get in their cars and leave. His utterance was insecure and he needed to save face with his buddies. I get it. He needed a rationale to get off of my friend’s car that looked natural.
Time has passed, and here I sit, contemplating.
I kinda feel like a party pooper. I show up, take one picture, and everyone in the parking lot leaves.
Is this my lot in life? Am I a watchful sheepdog with a goofy disposition? I am beginning to think so.