Monday, August 25, 2014


I was entering the square when a guy on crutches was exiting. I hesitated to grab the door for him and in that brief moment of hesitation, he looked like he had it handled. Then he said, "That's okay, I wasn't expecting you to hold the door for me anyways!". In that moment, I turned red and pleaded, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Sorry!". Boy, did that sentence make me feel like a chump. I felt awful. He really took my insides and sculpted them into balloon animals of guilt and shame. I felt like the worst person in the world. Still do. Kinda deserve it for half thinking, half rushing. I was a douche today. So douchey.

Got told today. Got told.