While the sun shines

It’s always interesting when one makes up their mind about someone, only to change their thinking about that person later. One of my neighbor’s, for example, I refer to as the "wild hooligan." I know he probably has a real name but his actions have always said "hooligan" to me. Also, rarely do I get to use the term "hooligan" in my speech but thanks to his shenanigans I can. (Shenanigans- another cool word I rarely use, but that seems to apply here.)

What kind of shenanigans do I speak of? Oh, riding around on his bike at all hours of the day and night. Shooting off some kind of pop gun during the early hours of the morning. Wild, disheveled caveman-like hair and appearance. Hitting on my two roommates whenever he gets the chance. These are just a few actions from the hooligan that illustrate his wild ways.

So this morning I didn’t go into work but instead traveled to one of my favorite stores, Whole Foods. The sun was shining. Everyone seemed pleased and gay. I felt very content about the state of the world and the state of my life. So as I returned to my apartment complex I immediately saw the hooligan in front of the apartments. Unlike all the other times we’ve crossed paths I smiled, waved, and said, “Hi!” I think it was my good mood about the world kicking in. He returned the “Hi” even though he was looking even more wild than usual and then I saw he was out helping his grandmother get into her wheelchair accessible van. Right then, I felt a twinge of guilt for all my previous statements about the hooligan. Because yeah, he might be a wild child but he’s decent enough to help his grandmother and I think that counts for something. So just like that, my opinion on someone can change.