Two sides of the same coin.
I was writing a few minutes ago and something oddly uncomfortable happened.
Not like “Too much fiber and a long line at the bathroom” type of uncomfortable.
I mean the outside my comfort zone kind.
I get heavily absorbed when I write, and really don’t pay attention to what is going on around me, unless of course I need something to write about.
And then she was there.
Indian, skinny, she was about 5’4 and had a child clinging to her skirt.
In her hands was a sign.
“Poor, hungry, please help.”
The saddest eyes in the world stared at me.
There are easier ways to get money out of me, but none of them come to mind as I write this.
And it hit me two separate ways.
On the one hand, outrage.
Fucking beggar. And she does this shit in front of her child? Raising the next generation of beggars? Just great, just fucking wonderful.
On the other, curiosity. (Almost wrote compassion, but I tend to analyze first.)
What would you do for your kids? Is there a line you would not cross if your ass was against the wall? Yeah, bad choices, not thinking about your future, blah, blah, blah. But the past has already happened, the future is tomorrow, and the present is… Right. Fucking. Now.
I rarely carry cash, so the $5 in my wallet kind of shocked me.
Yeah, she’s a pro, I’m a sucker, and a five spot won’t kill me.
And its none of your business, good or bad.
True, I make it yours by putting it in print, but this is a lecture, not a discussion.
Socrates once wrote, the poor are with us, always.
A few thousand years ago, thats age’s version of this woman and her kid was carrying a sign written in ancient Greek into the vomitorium and hitting up the Ancient Greek blogger, Bittermaximus for a few drachma’s.
The Greeks invented the alphabet, democracy and astronomy, so I will put solving the problem of homelessness just out of reach for my skill set.
Unless of course the problem can be solved with sarcasm and shitty comments, then I am your man.
Which is a pretty immature way of throwing my hands up and braying, “I can’t fix it, so I’ll make fun of it.”
I like to think its important know your strengths and weaknesses and come to peace with them, you tend to sleep better at night.
And I sleep like a rock.
A guy in line just had two things happen.
He got in the woman’s face and slapped at her sign.
Rude, and mean. Cruel and unnecessary.
What happened next was interesting.
He got his venti cup of steaming goodness at the counter, picked it up and turned to go to the cream and sugar kiosk.
And dropped a steaming venti cup of black coffee right onto his (Let me guess)…Bruno Magli shoes. (Ridiculously expensive shitty Italian shoes.)
You know, it always shocks me when Karma pays attention to the goings on around here.
And its about time.