i was reading over some old entries. besides finding that i am a complete idiot (no comments about that statement, please.), i found the entry on the old lady who tried to talk to me on my lunch break last october.
 
you know, that still upsets me. i feel really weird and bad about it. in fact, i think about it a lot. not obsessively or anything, but it crosses my mind every now and then.
 
i mean, what if her husband had died a year ago that day and she was out trying to pass the lonely hours with pleasant conversation and a cup of sunshine?
 
what if her daughter had died of cancer a few years ago and she was trying to fill the void by talking to such a lovely young rose as myself (no comments on this, either.)?
 
what if her first grandson was stillborn that very same day at three o'clock in the morning and she wanted someone to laugh with to make it not seem so sad?
 
what if she had just come from the doctor's office and they told her she had a malignant tumor and that she would not live to see the next october?
 
this is why it upsets me.
 
why didn't i just say something to her?