It's been an uncomfortable morning for me so far. I can't seem to shake the numbness in my left pinky. My back feels creaky and sore. Turning my neck is a little ouchy. My body feels puffy. The first pair of pants I put on just didn't fit right.
I went out to get coffee, and as I was standing there, waiting to cross the street, an old man with a cane came up to me and asked if I would help him cross. He was disheveled, a little dirty, missing teeth, maybe homeless. I said OK, reluctantly. I let him grab onto my arm, but then another man came over and offered to help him instead. I said, "Yes, thank you. Thank you very much." I was grateful, and hurried away. And then I felt so guilty. What a horrible person I must be, not wanting to help this old man who just needed an arm to hold onto as he crossed the street. But then I thought, it's not that I don't want to help him. I just didn't want him touching me; it made me feel uncomfortable. And I guess that's reasonable and OK.
I still feel guilty, though. Another kind of uncomfortable.
Posted by thevieve at June 20, 2006 8:49 AM