Hey guys. Remember me? haha. Anyways, just finished a couple of midterms, and I'm feeling confident about them. That's all I ask for nowadays.
Anyhow, I was at a party two nights ago and I walk into a room to get away from the beligerant drunks and there's this girl passed out on the bed. I figure that I'd leave her to sleep off the booze and I start to shut the door. But just as the door was about to close, out of the corner of my eye I see this other guy in his boxers start moving towards the bed. I didn't even think about it and I just grabbed him by his neck and threw his ass outta the room. I then sat on a chair in the room to make sure no one else was in there and locked the door behind me. But this got me thinking. I wouldn't even have seen the guy if he wasn't wearing white boxer shorts. If something this insignificant had changed, how much would this girls life had been scarred? How much guilt would I have gone through if I found out the next day that that girld had been raped? It's shit like this that gets me thinkng...something so insignificant like what pair of boxers some guy decides to wear in the morning practically changed the entire life of some girl I didn't even know.
This gets me to the point of this whole story. The other week I saw some girl on the bike paths hit the curb and take a very nasty spill on the pavement. What did I do? I didn't help that's for sure. I just stood there and looked, totally bewildered as to what action to take. I ended up doing something that I felt really guilty about for the next couple of days. I just assumed that there would be enough people to help her and I just left. After that, I felt sooo damn guilty for just leaving. I mean, what if she had been seriously hurt? What if the person helping her just took her purse? I mean I was just killing myself. After that party, however, I kind of redeemed myself in my own mind. I guess I'm not such a crummy person after all huh?
Anyhow, I was at a party two nights ago and I walk into a room to get away from the beligerant drunks and there's this girl passed out on the bed. I figure that I'd leave her to sleep off the booze and I start to shut the door. But just as the door was about to close, out of the corner of my eye I see this other guy in his boxers start moving towards the bed. I didn't even think about it and I just grabbed him by his neck and threw his ass outta the room. I then sat on a chair in the room to make sure no one else was in there and locked the door behind me. But this got me thinking. I wouldn't even have seen the guy if he wasn't wearing white boxer shorts. If something this insignificant had changed, how much would this girls life had been scarred? How much guilt would I have gone through if I found out the next day that that girld had been raped? It's shit like this that gets me thinkng...something so insignificant like what pair of boxers some guy decides to wear in the morning practically changed the entire life of some girl I didn't even know.
This gets me to the point of this whole story. The other week I saw some girl on the bike paths hit the curb and take a very nasty spill on the pavement. What did I do? I didn't help that's for sure. I just stood there and looked, totally bewildered as to what action to take. I ended up doing something that I felt really guilty about for the next couple of days. I just assumed that there would be enough people to help her and I just left. After that, I felt sooo damn guilty for just leaving. I mean, what if she had been seriously hurt? What if the person helping her just took her purse? I mean I was just killing myself. After that party, however, I kind of redeemed myself in my own mind. I guess I'm not such a crummy person after all huh?
tigerangel:
Wow. Um, all I say is Kudos for the party thing. Awesome. And I would chew your ass out for the biker situation, but that would be hypocritical since I have done similar things (though not THAT bad 
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