Socializing--on the bus

[criada]

This entry is sort of in two parts, the first written after the second. I was going to talk about my newfound socializing skills, and how I saw Labyrinth last night with a friend I was determined to get to know better, but then I realized I needed to talk about the junkie. (He told me his name when he shook my hand and thanked me, but I being the

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[nisi_la]

It's got to be due a tiny bit to Seattle. I've noticed that kind of thing happens all the time on the bus: from technical discussions about creating a vacuum to advice sought on buying a house, and deeper. I once fell in love on the bus. This city is like that--instant and true intimacy in public spaces. Not sure why, yet, but your experiences are not atypical.

[skellington1]

These encounters with a very raw level of human emotion leave me shaken, both because of my powerlessness, and because they hint at things I could do, but am too selfish.

On the other hand, just admitting to and acknowledging shared humanity -- which some people wouldn't do with an addict -- is helping. It may be a tiny little bit of help, but it's still something people need, especially when down and out.