I tried to help a homeless man who crashed his bicycle, probably because he was ridiculously drunk. I called the non-emergency number hoping someone would just come out and make sure he didn't freeze to death and she told me to call 911. I waited with him for 20 minutes and he eventually asked me if I was single. He was 50 years old with 2 children and 3 grandchildren. No good deed goes unpunished. The park ranger eventually came over and yelled at him, told me it was nice to know people still cared but no one was going to do anything even though he was clearly drunk in public. Guess when the nickname of your city is Killadelphia, it's cute when some girl calls 911 so a homeless drunk doesn't freeze to death.
I worked out in the morning before work. Notable because I haven't done that since I was 22 and because I will probably never do it again. And by work out I mean I did 30 minutes on the eliptical (how does that burn 200 calories?). Still it was good.
I've decided that it's not that I don't want to be in a relationship, I don't want to want a relationship. I hate wanting something I don't/can't have.
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Good luck on not wanting--particularly in America, which is entirely predicated on people wanting, wanting, wanting.
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