Empathy

lonewolf678's picture

I had no idea how blind I used to be, not in the sense of sight though. The more I think about it, there's a real issue here (where I live) that no one's talking about, or maybe aren't aware of. Whenever I'm riding the metro to get to my college I see the houses that are passed. Old, worn, decaying, peeling and decrepit, and yet they're occupied.

There's a few vacant lots (in which I addressed in a previous journal) where people congregate and seem to sit there in old plastic lawn chairs all the day drinking, smoking, or making BBQ'd food. Trash lays about, there's actually a trashcan there but it's been full up for months and it's a tiny plastic thing, not the receptical that can handle a quota.

Even then, no one cares, it's not their land, thus it is not their concern. I wonder how many of the congregates are homeless and how many actually live in the substandard housing in the vicinity. I wonder what happened to them, what happened to them that that (ugh English language!) became their lives.

No one ever grows up to want to sit around in a circle all day getting drunk in a dirty vacant lot. It seems like this has happened to many people in the area. There's a issue with that though. But what can be done? This question has plagued me even so often since I originally wrote the journal entitled Time, Memories, And This Urban Life.

So many things I can think about, my brain being the hive of activity. Sleeping at night is something different. The night is beautiful, I wish I could stay awake to fully appreaciate it. Unfortunately the needle nightmares have returned. It's really annoying that they catch me off-guard in my sleep and cause me a momentary dose of fear and panic.

Stupid nightmares, waking me up in the middle of the night. Stepping on needles is scary but it's something that I can avoid, if I ever do spot one on the ground. But when you're awoken so suddenly, you can't help but be in a state of temporary stupefaction

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Perhaps We Should Leave's picture

Empathy...

Is pain. The worst thing about feeling for other people is understanding just how much pain that people are in; but the good news is that if it doesn't make you kill yourself out of sheer desperation, it helps you to love people. It always drives me crazy to see people in pain (and I tend to deal with it by making completely horrible jokes and generally acting very strangely for laughs), but I always do what I can to help people. I encourage you to do the same.

I have friends who have lived through homelessness- honestly, what tends to happen is that people become overwhelmed by something, or kicked out of their homes, or the like. It's very much untrue that homeless people are usually mentally ill- some are, yes, but many are really just people who've wound up being chewed up by the world and spit back onto the streets. Good people.

I understand the problem of nightmares, too. I have them all but nightly; I'm completely horrified when I wake up.

In any case, I understand at least part of what you're going through.

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The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.

Bosemaster42's picture

Yeah,

It's difficult to put yourself in someone else's shoes, but you gain a friend, especially if you can help them, regardless of how small that help may seem.

lonewolf678's picture

You two are right,

But I'm not sure where to go to get them some help, or if they even want help at all. It's a very complex situation it seems.

Perhaps We Should Leave's picture

Well...

Talk to them.

* * *

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.

lonewolf678's picture

Hmm,

Why didn't I think of that? (sarcasm)
I've already thought that out actually, I still need to make some time for that aside from family, friends, studies, study groups, and various other endeavors.

Perhaps We Should Leave's picture

Well,

You said you didn't know. I simply suggested a way to know.

* * *

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.

lonewolf678's picture

Actually,

I said I wasn't sure... But either way I'll keep checking in with these types of journals if I make any difference. Thanks for the comments everyone.

jeff's picture

Easy...

Call the cops and get them evicted from the park.

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