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TIFU by Having the Cops Called on Me for Feeling Lonely and Crying

This happened last Saturday. I've been having a tough year. My father passed away; I have a host of medical issues; laid off seven months ago and can't even get any interviews as I work in tech sales, which is a blood bath right now; my girlfriend recently broke up with me; and I've been feeling very lonely the past few months.

I live in the downtown area in my city and right across where I live is a condo that is notorious for having loud and crazy parties. I've seen some wild things. This Saturday, while feeling particularly lonely, I was trying to keep myself occupied before feeling tired by cleaning my place. I could hear people laughing and yelling. I wished I could be around others, drinking, laughing, and for one night forgetting about everything I was going through.

When I was done cleaning I showered and went out on the balcony to have a drink before going to bed. I noticed that the laughing and yelling was coming from a unit directly across from me. It was a small group. They weren't doing anything crazy. Just sitting around, drinking, and enjoying their time. While there's at least a few parties every weekend at this condo, something hit me hard about this. I started tearing up while on the balcony and crying. I had no clue how loud I was crying. This was around 11pm.

I wasn't able to sleep and was in bed reading. Just before 1am I heard a knock at my door. It freaked me out. Who the hell would be knocking at my door at this time. They knocked again. I went out and couldn't see anyone through the peephole. I asked who was there and heard a voice say '[city I live in], police.' I almost felt calm because I knew I hadn't done anything. Maybe they were at the wrong door. I opened the door and they asked if everything was okay and if they could come in. They also had two EMS people with them. Confused, I said sure. We sat in my living room and they told me someone in the building had heard crying and called them to check up on me to make sure I was okay. After asking a bunch of questions, like I had taken any drugs or alcohol, they wanted to know what was going on. I told them and while doing so I was teary eyed again. They told EMS that they could leave and the cops stayed around for a bit more. These two cops, who were probably younger than I am, were incredibly kind. For a good half-hour we just talked. One said he was part of a flag football team that I should check out. Eventually they left.

The day after, while taking out the garbage, I ran into two of my neighbors. We usually do the obligatory 'hey, how are things' and this time they both avoided me like the plague. I live in a small building where everyone knows each other and since this incident everyone just completely ignores me, which is not usual at all. This Thursday I got a letter outside my door from management telling me how I need to be mindful of my neighbors. So yeah, the entire building now thinks I have some mental health issues.

TL;DR: I was feeling lonely on a Saturday night and seeing a party across the street resulted in me breaking down and crying. One of the neighbors in my building called the cops and now my entire building thinks I'm crazy.

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