Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Sadness is Beautiful, Loneliness is Tragical
I saw the saddest thing ever as I was looking out my apartment window today. This beautiful girl was breaking down on the phone to her friend. She was trying to talk, but just sobbing uncontrollably. It almost made me want to cry too. At that moment I felt such a strange sense of kinship and empathy for her -- and I don't think it was because I had just told her I was sleeping with her sister. I will always wonder what she was crying about however, and I will definitely change my locks now.
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Ok Mr. cometh, I've got one for you . . . let's just say it's a normal Friday night, not much going on, you're hangin' out in your apartment, dorm room, whatever and all of a sudden you get a knock at the door. It's a girl and she asks to use your phone. You say, "Of course, come on in." You think, "could it really be that easy?" and you quietly shut the door behind her and lock it.
Niceties are exchanged and then she uses your phone to call her friend. You think, "could this get even better?" You are interested in the nature of the call, Intrigued even and lend an ear to the conversation. The girl gets visibly upset and starts to describe how she had just been violated, sexually. What do you do? I too got that strange feeling you described in your post, but I'm not sure that it was empathy or kinship even, in fact, I'm not sure what it was. I too was unable to figure out why this girl was crying, but like you, I asked her to leave and then I locked the door behind her. I never knew that girl, thus no need to change the locks, and I never did find out why she needed to use my phone, but I your post did make me think how similar our stories were and I am hopeful you can give me advice on how to handle this situation when it happens again.
Thanks,
Cam
haha - that was some freaky shit. I mean... if I was there... or even knew what you were talking about... is this a secure line??
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