Jan 24, 2014 14:11
I'm not a kind person, probably someone who's trying to be kind. Still, even I'm shocked at my own nonchalance sometimes.
The other day, I went shopping with my mom and sis. There was this little boy who came up to me and spoke some kid language that I couldn't understand. I asked him where his parents were and if he was lost. This tiny babbling thing nodded yes and it was all I could do to not give a sigh and push him away.
I don't know what was wrong with me. A potentially lost kid was right in front of me and all I thought was, "why did you come to me. I was having a good time shopping, and now I've got to put you at the lost & found counter."
Wow. Gross me. Thankfully, he wasn't exactly lost since his mom came for him right after I had those selfish thoughts. I didn't even have the patience to listen to his muffled words which-in my defense-couldn't really be English, I tell ya. I don't think he understood too when I asked if he was lost. Still, thinking about how I reacted back then, I deserve a slap to my-arm.
Ok.
I'm notoriously known among my friends as a child hater but this situation proves I'm quite bad, huh. Don't even ask what I do at volunteer events.
I shall reflect on my actions-or no actions in this case.
my life,
misanthropy