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#100DaysOfHopper Day 96-97

Day 96: If most of you don't know by now, I'm soon to be giving up the title of resident of Westchester. That being said, I must at some point return home to pick up my stuff and probably attend to the legal ramifications of my leaving. That and apologize to my mailman, for having to (I assume) figure out where to put my mail.

I'm sure within that mail is another letter from my management company, who apparently has taken me to court for a third time, without warning, which under the laws in NY state, is illegal. Of course, they have a lawyer and I can not afford one, so that means they will be right and I will be wrong. I understand how the game works and money goes to money and money buys public opinion.

Before anyone blames me for letting this go on, understand that I contacted the court and they are slower than molasses and while eventually appear helpful, it took three calls to get one simply piece of information, which cost me three weeks, then to adhere to their instructions, it took another two weeks. So basically, I've had zero communication and I've added three months rent. Lovely.

Well, I'm sleepy, the sun is coming up and I'm also starving. That fish I had for dinner at 9PM, was good, but that and the two rugalach were not sufficient to hold me for eight hours. Especially since I only slept for three hours last night. This isn't my typical 100DOH, but I am a little frazzled right now and I'm not in the mood to talk about anything I deem important. Enjoy your weekend all and thanks to two of you. Sincerely. #100DaysOfHopper


Day 97: Being it's a holiday, I won't get into specifics, but it has me thinking about pettiness. A friend and I have been e-mailing back and forth and somewhat reflect on our friendship over the last (almost) 30 years. We've had long lapses, despite our close proximity, but we've remained close. There have been times in life, where we've competed for the affection of similar people, both romantically and in some ways, simply friendship. All that aside, we've remained close enough to confide in each other.

We've recently noticed that so many of those we knew have succumbed to jealousy, envy and flat out pettiness. My friend is lucky to be removed from the dark side of social media and actually sees this for himself from reading e-mails and texts from those in question and about them. The best part about this person, is his ability to describe these faults in ways I can only imagine. Sometimes it's an eloquent word and sometimes it's a four letter blockbuster. Either way, it's understood and taken with a laugh.

Think about it. In the past five years or more, I've fallen off many a guest list, for making a subtle suggestion or for a person's vanity actually having them believe that everything I say is about them. Other times, the commentary was directed at one person specifically and I've been told everything from being "retarded" to a hypocrite (I'm a lot of things, but never this) to stupid to being told to kill myself. I laugh it off as my words ringing so true that the person has no other means to defend themselves, but to sling insults.

I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a hypocrite, not stupid and definitely value my life, not in what it means to me, but what it might and does mean to others. I guess there in lies the real difference between myself and those who mock and dismiss me. I'm not here to better my life in any other way, but to see a smile on someone else's face. People will be petty and I'm not going to change that, but I will point it out when I see it, so be prepared, but yeah, I already know. I have the lists of insults written down. #100DaysOfHopper

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