Just got back from the Soup Kitchen. I don't mind volunteering my time to things like that. I may bitch and moan sometimes about it but I really don't mind. It's nice to give the people food and serve them and all that good stuff. But you can tell, what they really strive for is someone to talk to. I think I sat with this one group where this one guy just kept talking and talking. Mostly about his son. I could tell how fondly he thought of his son. Most of his stories didn't really have a point to them, and most were very long, to in depth and boring, but I sat and listened anyway, I lauhged at the jokes and I responded with a few of my own stories.

Sometimes I think about how i would feel if I had to go to a soup kitchen. I don't know if I would be as cheerful and open as these men were. I mean I took a look at myself today, I had on a gap hoody, designer jeans and vans sneakers. I stood out to them because I was in nicer clothes then most of them had. I take things like that for granted. I don't think much of buying a new pair of sneakers or even eating a nice warm dinner. So when I try to put myself in there posistion I kind of think that I would be embarised, especially when approached by someone with a smile who is wearing name brand clean clothing, and who is willing to talk to me. I don't know I can't picture myself accepting charity like that. I don't know.

then || now

6:48 p.m. || 04.05.03