Today, I saw an old man in slightly tattered clothing walk towards me very slowly on the street. He kept looking at me as I neared him, and I braced myself for creepiness/awkwardness/hostility.
Turns out, all he said was “hi” in the most innocuous tone ever.
What the fuck has this place done to me. There is no way I’m spending the rest of my life acting cold to people as a default because no one here actually gives a shit about anyone but themselves. But what’s the other option? Earthquakelandia or Safe Havens of the Morbidly Obese? Or, even better, “My Greatest Civil Liberty Is My Right to Shoot You In the Face” (sincerely, the undersigned deep south)?
I really wonder what’s worse.