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The other day I saw a homeless man count out change at taco bell for food.
You wouldn't think something like that would be considered a profound moment in another's life.
But it was for me.
I've never felt THAT kind of depression and helplessness before.
Helplessness because no matter how badly I wanted to help him, I couldn't as much as I wanted to.
He was extremely rugged looking,
very dirty face and matted hair,
and had 4 or so plastic bags with belongings in them, along with a very dirty satchel type thing.
His eyes were the saddest thing about him.
I know it sounds so cliched, but my god I don't think I'll ever forget the way his eyes looked. I've never seen sadness like that.
I felt spoiled.
I felt dirty.
For taking what I have for granted.
How do we live in the wealthiest country in the world and still have such a large homeless poplulation?
Why are people so insensitive to the misfortune of other human beings?
I wanted to beat the living shit out of every single person sitting in that taco bell giving him dirty looks like he didn't belong there.
It really pisses me off that incidents like the ones with those kids riding skateboards can get as much attention as it did but people forget about other ,serious, issues that go on every single fucking day.
Fucking educate yourself and get a clue.