One would expect that living in public housing would provide challenges regarding the types of people one is thrown in with. There are two trains of thought that dominate my relationship to the people who share this building with me. One, is that they are truly atrocious people. The second, is that my perception of them is flawed and that they are decent folk.
I have a tendency to psycho-analyze my behaviours and actions too much. Perhaps that is the result of 18 years of being subjected to the mental health system and seeing psychiatrist after psychiatrist.
I will go with the following: I am surrounded by truly awful human beings. The building that I'm in is designated "mental health".
We have one person who never makes eye contact with everyone and who owns a little dog. He is in and out of his apartment constantly throughout the day. His name is Ken. He is an older man. What bothers me is that he has a crew of neighbours, and one neighbour from this building, with whom is constantly hangs out. I know that that they discuss the other neighbours amongst themselves and have formed quite the clique. Out of 15 people in this building, only two of them use the immensely large backyard. And they occupy the space with their "meetings" (as it has been called).
Never have I encountered such a toxic culture in an environment, or an environment in which I have fit in less. I have become quite solitary, which is odd, because for my entire life I have been a social creature. I am also younger than almost everyone in the building by a lot, but I'm not sure if that should factor into my immense dislike for the social environment that I find myself in day in, day out.