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{Maggie
@maggiemoda | 09 September 2025}
I've been a libertarian since my late teenage years and always dreamed of living in a walkable city surrounded by art and culture... until I got the full experience last year.
I moved to the city center of Atlanta, and every time I left my apartment, my walk around the "walkable neighborhood" was 85% a game of avoiding psychotic, violent, drugged out homeless people. One of them was infamous for screeching, yelling, and punching the air. You could hear him from two blocks over and throughout the night.
One time I was throwing a bridal shower in my building and a friend ran down the street for flowers. She couldn't buy them because a man had defecated in the middle of the grocery store.
Another friend who came to visit stayed closer to downtown and was followed and chased by several men on her walk home from dinner.
The last week I was there, I walked past the MARTA station on my way to dinner and saw about a dozen zombified humans congregated together. One of them began walking aggressively toward my direction. Just up the block, I had avoided another woman who was screaming and punching the air.
An app on my phone told me when violent crimes happened in my area and would go off regularly.
This was my experience in my nice, walkable neighborhood that I paid way too much money to live in. The building reeked of weed on a regular basis. Ask me what I think about crime now.
I moved to the suburbs because I genuinely started hating people. I couldn't stand being afraid and looking over my shoulder constantly. When I would suggest these conditions made me feel very afraid, people would shrug it off and act like I was being hysterical.