My Mother likes to drive around looking, studying, homeless people and drug addicts wandering around in the town/city here. I don't understand. My first instinct is to avoid them. I don't seek them out for conversations. I don't feel hugely sorry for them or really want to know the story of their life. It is enough to manage my own life with its ups, downs and sideways.

Often, like now, she will just go off in the car and park on the main street where the homeless drug addicts and whatever else they are, gather. Here it is right at the intersection where McDonalds, payday loans, a pot store (sold in stores here in Ontario) and a pharmacy handing out free drugs for addicts (also currently an Ontario thing), are. Handy, one stop shopping for them.

If we are out shopping for groceries, something she needs from the hardware store, etc. I will be in the car too. Mom doesn't walk so well these days so I'm there to do the shopping, the walking around part. Almost every time she goes for a look at her "homies and druggies" taking me along with her, like it or not. I don't. I don't like anything about it.

Why do some people have this fascination with the down and out? Also known as street people, but you could assume that was anyone walking along a street. It isn't about people watching, or it is a specialized version of it.

If I look into it I may not like what I find, so I'm putting it off.