A Love Letter to the Community That Thinks I’m the Problem
Oh, hello there, eye-rollers.
Yes, you – the ones who mutter “here we go again” every time I post a flyer.
The ones who flinch when I speak at meetings, but sit wide-eyed when the board quietly siphons your fees into a legal furnace.
You think I’m the nuisance?
Darling, try walking in my shoes.
Not your size?
Didn’t think so.
But You Know Everything, Don’t You?
You skim emails, skip meetings, and still manage to form full legal opinions in the elevator.
“She just wants attention.”
Right. I totally went through panic attacks, harassment, and three years of litigation for the thrill of stapling PDFs to bulletin boards.
“She sues too much.”
I sue the way a firefighter runs toward flames – not because it’s fun, but because everyone else is too busy filming it for Facebook.
“Try Walking In My Shoes” 🎶
“Try walking in my shoes
You stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept…”
If you endured half the anxiety, half the isolation, half the gaslighting
You’d be curled up under your condo minutes sobbing into your service dog.
But I Forget Myself.
You, dear neighbour, are the real expert.
Never read a bylaw.
Can’t name a single Human Rights Code provision.
But you roll your eyes like you passed the bar at Harvard.
And yet when the board loses again in court – you squint at the flyer like it’s written in Sanskrit.
It’s not Sanskrit. It’s just the truth.
Try reading it sometime. It pairs beautifully with humility.
In Conclusion:
I am not your enemy.
Your ignorance is.
So next time you feel tempted to scoff, to whisper, to scribble “JERK” on my memo…
Try walking in my shoes.
And if you make it past breakfast without a panic attack,
you can keep them.
Disclaimer: This post is satire and opinion. Read full disclaimer.
