There was a lot of free floating anger in Harvard Square today. An old man shouting at his grandson for interrupting his reading. When a concerned dude sitting next to him asked him to calm down, he started shouting "Fuck off you fucker. He's mine. He's my grandson. If I want to fucken yell at him for being a fuck, I fucken will." Both the dude and the kid said they were ok. (I asked.) And the dude works for social services and started making a call, after telling me I could leave.
Also, the shitty Christian guy with the Bible Quiz put up a sign reading "Pray for police." which is fine but prayer is empty, and he never put up a sign for any of the Black humans killed by police or for elementary school children massacred by gun violence. Shit, we're within reasonable walking distance of The Boston Marathon and this dude never even wrote Boston Strong on his sign, so he can eat and choke on a splintery cross the size of Texas.
All this and Life had me in a terrible mood, and then I saw two four year old girls posing as mannequins in The Urban Outfitters window, sticking out their tongues at strangers walking by, and the world felt ever so slightly less heavy.