Long story short I had a nice thermal blanket I took from the hospital and saw a homeless woman the other day who had all her stuff taken by the council... I felt bad for her so I asked if she needed a cigarette and she said no and asked if I had a blanket and maybe something too eat so I looked for a blanket but could only find doonas and my beloved hospital blanket, as I was walking over to give her the stuff she told me she was banned from the hospital and then her boyfriend turned up and she started abusing have m and calling him a cunt for not being there and started screaming about how they took all "their" stuff....
She then got mad at him asking why he didn't seem to care and he responded with "well none of it was my stuff... You threw all my stuff in the river last week" and the arguements for worse from there....
She didn't seem like a druggo when I offered help, maybe she was insane but I don't care at this point....
This is just a footnote on a big book of reasons why I should never help people
Motto of the story? Never ever do the "right" thing
How often do you regret doing the right thing??
She then got mad at him asking why he didn't seem to care and he responded with "well none of it was my stuff... You threw all my stuff in the river last week" and the arguements for worse from there....
She didn't seem like a druggo when I offered help, maybe she was insane but I don't care at this point....
This is just a footnote on a big book of reasons why I should never help people
Motto of the story? Never ever do the "right" thing
How often do you regret doing the right thing??