^You're right. I'm working on being less picky. And I understand about kids being kids. They get into mischief because that's what they do. What disturbs me is that nobody - meaning their parents - says anything to them when their behavior gets out of control. Case in point...a few days ago, there was a fire in our apartment complex. It was chaos but it ended eventually. While the firemen were putting out the fire, a bunch of the kids that I referred to previously kept running up to the building, getting too close, trying to take pictures and just getting in the way. Now there were things exploding in that building and it was dangerous. The firemen and police were yelling at them to get away. All of their parents were standing there and didn't say a word. That's what bothers me.
Kids break things. They get messy. That's fine. Life is messy. But what I saw at that fire and what I've seen the past few months...well it feels to me that it's more than that. And also, I'm insane about animals. People who are cruel to them burn me up like nothing else. I've caught these kids throwing rocks at the neighborhood animals. That's not being kids. That's sadistic. Fortunately, I know that not all of them are like that.
And you haven't met my friends. They have no problem telling me to my face and often to grow the hell up. I do the same for them. That's why we love each other.