I felt bad about an incident that happened to me today. The day actually started out semi-OK. I was up at 6:00 am , the break of day and I decided to go for an early morning drive by myself. Hardly anyone was on the road and I stopped at the drive-thru for a milkshake. I live near San Jose, a big city in California of a million people. I live about 5 miles away but my drive took me through downtown.
Like any big city, it has it’s good parts and bad parts. I drove down a main thoroughfare and there were quite a few seedy people hanging around. Homeless people and down and out people and unfortunately some obviously mentally ill people. I stopped at a 7-11 to get a drink and there were some tough looking people hanging around. Some of them were just hanging around drinking coffee outside.
But there was this blonde chick, about 25 or 26 and she was talking to herself loudly outside. She was obviously mentally ill and in great distress. And she scared me. I know I shouldn’t have been but she made me nervous. I was going about my own business and I looked at her and she was actually kinda cute. But I looked at her nervously, got in my car and drove off. What could I do? Well, when I got home an hour later, I felt bad. I thought of this site and I thought I should have done something for her and helped her somehow.
I felt bad about being scared. I was in the normie world and I saw he from a normie point of view instead of as a fellow sufferer. Man, I wished I would have gone up to talk to her and comfort her and ask if I could do anything to help. She was obviously in a lot of pain. If this happens again I will act differently. But it’s a cold hard life in the big city.