Two Groups

Soundtrack: Who Else but Lana?

Disney and Impossible Expectations vs Entitlement in the Age of Modernity
Reading Material: The Rational Male
Additional Insight on the Above Reading Material from The Hawaiian Libertarian

I'm sitting in court.
Surrounded by poor people.
There's really only two groups of people who go to court.
The poor and the not poor.
The group that dresses like they're treading lightly and the group that shows up looking like shit.

I'm not a classist per se, as my run-ins with the law prove numerous. I've been arrested * times in the past * years.

Real talk.
Yet, it's impossible to avoid the stark contrast between the two classes or group of people in court if you will.

At any rate, they talk loudly in the court, they check their phones, they show up late, they ask the people next to them questions, they pester the DA mid-motion, they don't follow any sort of convention.

What is their crime?
Being stupid?
Being poor?
Being born to stupid and/or poor parent(s)?

I wonder how much of their situation is factors beyond their control ala Of Mice and Men and how much is their ignorance?

Some barely intelligible guy asks me if he missed the calendar call. I quickly and quietly tell him, "yes, you missed it. they will do another in 20 minutes or so."
A Hispanic girl as a witness stares hard at the tattoo on my arm she can see b/c my sleeve is rolled up. She sits uncomfortably close to me.
I get a look of acknowledgment from a upper crust blonde sorority girl complete with that chick's named bag with the stupid print on it they all used to carry 24/7. I smile her way in return and we both shake our heads at the crowd we find ourselves with/in.

I leave the courthouse after a handshake and positive talk with my lawyer and thanks from the Judge for dressing like this is a serious matter b/c the courtroom I was in was full of people who straight looked like the dregs of an Italian Espresso.

I sit at my favorite coffee shop and listen to some guy beg for his job mid-firing by a douche-y looking guy with argyle socks wearing his sunglasses inside as he savors the feel of power over this guy who may or may not have fucked up at some corporate sales gig.
I find it odd it took another arrest to finally make me realize how free I am/was.
C'est la vie, it is what it is, I'm grateful for all of it nonetheless.
Regret nothing.
Accept everything.