On my way to work today, a woman approached me.
Her hair was short and dirty, her clothes unkept.
She had every sign of being homeless and strung out on some drug or another.
She walked about from person to person before she locked eyes with me.
I keep music on in my headphones to block out the bustle of the world until I need to hear something or someone, you know?
As she approached, I subtly tapped the earpiece in my right ear, pausing my song so that I could listen and respond when necessary.
In her outstretched hand was a tiny pile of change.
Nickels and dimes and pennies mostly.
She asked me if I could spare something so that she could get something to eat.
I told her that I don't carry cash -a fun fact about me- and she muttered something before turning to walk away before I could reach for the lunch that I had in my bag and offer it to her.
She turned to me a spoke.
Her veil of hunger gone.
"For crack...It's for crack. I did get off of it, but I relapsed real, real bad, and now I'm back to it..."
Before she could say more, my head hung low, heavy with sadness.
That hurt me.
I hate that I couldn't do something more for her.
She didn't want the food, but at least she was honest about her intentions.
I don't know what she felt the need to tell me that, but man...people have a habit of just saying things to me, and it can be very...jarring, you know?
A gift and a curse to be so...approachable?
Yet I am still very single lol.
Bah...
I hope she is okay, wherever she got off to.
I looked up not too long into my own musing, and just as her mumbled rambling had faded, she was gone.
I don't know what it all means.
It may just have been another random vent of my life, you know?
Hmm.
What can we make of all of this in the end, when it comes our turn to leave?
All of these little events.
Random happenings.
To be human is weird.
I will see you all back here soon enough.
Thank you for listening to that.