Saturday, March 26, 2011
switching blogs.
for a few different reasons but mostly for my own convenience, i've decided to switch blogs. for you few die hard that still read this thing, you can find my new musings here.
Monday, January 10, 2011
what is the right thing?
we were walking through hollywood after standing in line for a few hours unsuccessfully trying to get into the price is right. "helloooooo, excuuuuuuseeeee meeeeee" we heard from a girl running towards us, looking a little disheveled with mascara streaking down her face. she'd obviously been crying and had all of her possessions in her hands. "do y'all have a phone i could borrow? i got kicked out of my room and need to call my boyfriend in san francisco." she had just run out of the hollywood guest motel.
unsure how to react, i hesitantly agreed, deciding i could take her easily if she tried to run off with my phone. she spent the next few minutes on the phone with some guy named chops, talking about a girl named apple and how some (slang words) were out to get her because she couldn't come up with the $14. after a few more minutes of bizarre conversation and feeling more uneasy about the cars slowly cruising by eyeing us, i told her we needed to get going. she wrapped up the conversation and we walked away as quickly as possible, not wanting to put ourselves in any more danger than we potentially already had.
this came after an interesting conversation from a few days prior-- if you see something sketchy happen, how would you react? most people don't do anything because they don't think it's any of their business or they don't want to have misread the situation and be wrong if there really wasn't any problem.
so we walked on. we didn't call anyone. we didn't do anything. we tried to forget it had happened. maybe she was a prostitute, maybe she wasn't. maybe she was in real danger, maybe she wasn't. we chose not to do anything. "someone has my phone number now, so if anything weird goes down, i don't want to be able to trace it back to me." we drove by about 45 minutes later and she was gone.
maybe we did the right thing, maybe we didn't. i can't help but think we didn't.
unsure how to react, i hesitantly agreed, deciding i could take her easily if she tried to run off with my phone. she spent the next few minutes on the phone with some guy named chops, talking about a girl named apple and how some (slang words) were out to get her because she couldn't come up with the $14. after a few more minutes of bizarre conversation and feeling more uneasy about the cars slowly cruising by eyeing us, i told her we needed to get going. she wrapped up the conversation and we walked away as quickly as possible, not wanting to put ourselves in any more danger than we potentially already had.
this came after an interesting conversation from a few days prior-- if you see something sketchy happen, how would you react? most people don't do anything because they don't think it's any of their business or they don't want to have misread the situation and be wrong if there really wasn't any problem.
so we walked on. we didn't call anyone. we didn't do anything. we tried to forget it had happened. maybe she was a prostitute, maybe she wasn't. maybe she was in real danger, maybe she wasn't. we chose not to do anything. "someone has my phone number now, so if anything weird goes down, i don't want to be able to trace it back to me." we drove by about 45 minutes later and she was gone.
maybe we did the right thing, maybe we didn't. i can't help but think we didn't.
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