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MattwithouttheT ๐ฉ
@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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EinBard๐ฉ๐๐ต๐งพ๐
@einbard
i know how you feel, i had the same feeling when i was in little rock and saw so many homeless people, some passed out on the ground. What i didn't like is that we ignore them and don't think anything of it. If they were dressed nicely and not homeless we would offer them help and see how they are doing. Did not feel good about it. Btw, how the heck did she get in your car in the first place?
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MattwithouttheT ๐ฉ
@mathew
I distinctly remember locking my car as I walked away, so I have no idea! I recently ready a memoir called Corrections In Ink by my partner's cousin. She was an aspiring ice skating Olympian, Ivy League student, etc. that got into hard drugs and then later after becoming clean, wrote about her experience on the streets and in prison. I feel like that was still fresh on my mind, so I have maybe a little more empathy than I otherwise would.
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