This is the second time this has happened—and I don’t really believe in coincidences anymore.

I live in a neighborhood where a lot of things feel off. I try not to care, as long as people don’t interfere with my life. I keep my distance, mind my business, and expect the same in return.

A couple of weeks ago, I ordered a cheap coffee. The delivery person—let’s call him Harry—was strange from the start. He apologized excessively for a small delay and tried to start a personal conversation in the app chat, which felt unprofessional.

When he arrived, I was surprised. He looked homeless—dirty clothes, backpack—but spoke perfect English with a strong British accent. It felt unsettling. Since the café already has a lot of unstable people around it, I stopped ordering from there and moved on.

Or so I thought.

Today, another coffee. Another store.

And again—Harry.

This time it was worse.

Instead of messaging, he sent a photo. Then he called my phone directly. He refused to use the intercom. He kept asking me to repeat my building number, spell my name, and come downstairs to meet him.

He wouldn’t enter the building.

He wouldn’t stand near the cameras.

He kept saying childish things like “I can’t see you” and “I’m on the phone”.

It felt wrong.

When I told him to keep the coffee, he left—with his GPS still active.

Now I find myself afraid to do normal things:

Ordering coffee Taking an Uber Wondering who really owns or controls the places I interact with

Because sometimes it feels like nothing is what it appears to be.

Normality doesn’t feel normal anymore.

People who want a quiet, decent life end up leaving.

And chaos becomes the new standard.

So I’m left wondering:

Where do you find a normal life, with normal people—without constantly having your guard up?