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MattwithouttheT 🎩
@mathew
Story time. Last night, I was coming out of the gym and got into my car in the poorly lit gym parking garage. I heard a voice, and thought I had accidentally dialed someone on my phone. As I was fumbling to pull my phone out of my pocket, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. A (presumably) homeless woman, half-way conscious (whole-way high on fentanyl) was laying on the floor of my backseat. It scared the shit of me, and I jumped out of the car, yelled at her to "get the f*ck out of my car". She did, as she slurred apologies, though it took her a couple minutes because she was high AF and wedged between the seats (LOL). As startled and angry as I was in the moment, there was also a part of me that felt compassion and sympathy for this person. I feel like I've been grappling with this mix of emotions since. Only in Portland...
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carlos
@chaps
thats crazy, but you dont have to feel any sympathy or compassion for that people. they made a choice and its on them. im wondering how did she get into your car...
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MattwithouttheT 🎩
@mathew
Not sure how she got in, as I distinctly remember locking my car. And I struggle with the feelings part of it. I agree that they made their choice, but there are so many factors that drive people to use drugs. Mental health, clearly. If someone is predisposed, it doesn't take much to become addicted and it's very difficult to become clean once you are.
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