There’s this sociopath who used to live in the flat below mine and terrorized me for two years. Apparently, he ran some kind of drug lab, and he used to play techno at full volume. He severely intimidated me each time I asked him to turn it down. Six weeks ago, he got arrested and evicted.
Yesterday, I went shopping for groceries, and saw him walking towards me down this long narrow path (he’s out on bail, as I found out later). I’m still amazed that didn’t bother me for a second. I smiled and greeted him, and was slightly amused he got really worked up and insulted me.
He’s blaming me for losing his flat. Yup, illegal chemical experiments, not paying rent, and jacking off a million times a day/night while playing techno at full volume, and the one responsible is the upstairs work at home girl who can’t either work or sleep. He better learn the lesson now.
Weirdly, I love him, too. I’m not gonna waste energy on discriminating here. So that’s what the Dalai Lama means when he speaks about compassion.