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June 21, 2009 1 comment

I’ve never been the type of person to say things like, “You should come to this party with me, there are these people I’d like you to meet.” Rather, it’s always been something like, “I’m going to a party, you’re welcome to join me if you’re interested.”

I think this fits somewhere between being selfish and thinking that socializing and making new friends is really an art. It takes a lot of effort, and I simply don’t find it fair that one should be able to meet new people through others. I’m not talking about the kind of situation where you go out with your friends and their friends happen to be coming out as well; that’s just luck. I’m talking about straight-up “I’d like you to meet so and so, please come out.” I’m not one to mix my various social circles together; I like to keep them separate. I’m not one of those people who want all their friends and acquaintances to be one giant happy family, either; to be frank, I couldn’t give less of a fuck if a number of my friends didn’t get along or downright hated one another.

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It’s called “caring” — haven’t you ever heard of it?

June 13, 2009 Leave a comment

It’s ridiculous how many people can walk right past a sobbing elderly woman in a wheelchair and not say a goddamn thing to her. Would it kill you to stop for a few minutes and find out why she’s so distraught? I’m looking at you, Saturday jogger; and you, woman walking her dog. Doesn’t look as though you really have to be anywhere!

I saw this very sad lady while rushing to a dentist’s appointment this morning; she was crying and not really reaching out to anyone. I stopped to ask her what was wrong.

“I just somebody to talk to but no one will talk to me,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “I just need somebody to talk to,” she repeated. I found out that she didn’t have enough money for her medicine. She blew her nose; it bled. She said between sobs, “I’m in so much pain. I just need somebody to talk to, but no one will talk to me.”

Long story short, her medicine cost $25 — which I gave her, along with a big hug. She slowly stopped crying and said “Thank you baby.” I wished her a good day and resumed walking.

Yes, she could have been a liar, in which case she’s really good at what she does. It’s true; if you play your part well enough, once in a while there will be a sucker like me who will stop and actually give a shit. But if she wasn’t lying, at least I can rest easy knowing that she’ll be okay for a little while longer.

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