So on sunday I met somebody at this bridge. They were going to commit suicide. I had no idea that they were going to do this and because of that I had no intention of stopping them.
I simply saw somebody sitting on the rails and decided to go talk to them about the fogginess of the night. He sounded mostly disinterested, yet he continued to engage in conversation.
He asked me why I was so fascinated with the fog, I then explained how I find beauty in things that to the everyman might seem mundane.
The guy jumped off the rail back onto the path and introduced himself. Dustin then told me that I said just what he had needed to hear to keep him from taking his own life. I walked Dustin home and then walked back to my place.
If you get set off by somebody, I think it’s wrong to hold it against them. Then you’re just dragging them into an illogical chain of negativity.
If you’re gonna get pissed off about something somebody did and they had no idea that it would get to you I would say your best two options would be to either keep it to yourself or, the better option being simply fucking tell them. Nobody’s perfect, don’t you ever expect them to be.
Race. I’m not trying to sound like a jackass in saying this, but I find that mostly people of caucasian descent don’t actually know what the term racist or racism means, but if anything comes up regarding skin color they’ll throw it at you like a live grenade.
Before you make yourself sound like an idiot, look up the definition.
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