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Empathy

There's a writing exercise in which you observe people and come up with their backstories. I have a pretty amazing ability to do that on a drop of a dime. That might be part of the reason I can tell you if I'm going to like someone the moment I meet them, I've only been fooled once. Anyway, I'll see a couple walking down the street, an older lady waiting for the bus on a cold spring morning, or a young mother struggling with her child in a store and in a heartbeat I know their story. I wish I knew how often I was right or how close I come to the truth, I'd bet I'm pretty dead on most of the time. Well, it sucks because a lot of the times, it depresses the hell out of me.

The couple was recently married, downtown in a touristy part of town, the passenger in my car mentioned that they looked alike. I was way ahead of her, I was thinking they were townies, possibly cousins, in the big city for the very first time. Awestruck, looking around at the urban landscape around them.

The old lady walks across the street to wait for her bus, she's a maid in a hotel, works for minimum wage, it takes her two hours just to get to work. She's looking across the street at her husband, who's waiting for his own bus to take him to work at a factory, also a couple hours away. He's pulling a double shift today. They'll work their whole lives and never have enough to even take a decent vacation.

The girl just turned twenty, already a mother of two. She thought she was in love, everything seemed so right, after the first one was born everything changed. He didn't help, he didn't give her a dime. But she still loved him, enough to have another kid with the son-of-a-bitch.

But I digress, I joined one of the featured communities/journals, it's basically a bunch of found pictures. foundphotos The journal is kind of bugging me because I'm doing the same thing with all of those pictures, it's kind of depressing.

I have to wonder, what does this say about the world we live in, or what does it say about me?

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Oh and the passenger in my car that day, well, that's a whole other story. I'll get to it eventually, unfortunately I'm still waiting for her to call.

11:58

I just made it.

~gil

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