I am a big advocate for compassion. Hurray compassion! I really do try to live by the golden rule.
Exception: the homeless.
I refuse to make eye contact with the homeless. That's why I love my iPod so much. With earphones on, I can ignore the pleas of help. Isn't that sick?
I am not proud of myself here. The worst part is, back in the pre-Bethesda days, if I had change, I would give it to a beggar. I mean, what did I care if I lost out on 42 cents?
But now, there's this bus that takes me from the Metro right to my house. And it costs 35 cents. And it isn't like I can get change from a bus. So, to make my life a teensy bit more convenient, I am taking away a homeless person's ability to get a bite to eat or buy a blanket. To save myself from walking a mile, I am hoarding my nickels and dimes.
Maybe DC would be a bit more bearable if it didn't have so many people without a place to sleep and who kept trying to make eye contact.
Guilt trip over. Tomorrow I am giving a homeless person 35 cents. I don't care if he's going to buy vodka with it. I will suck it up and walk the extra mile.