I was asleep before the train left Grand Central. I feel asleep to Ira Glass introducing the same episode of This American Life that I’ve been trying to get through for the past week. As the train moved and gently rocked me to sleep, I was grateful for rest.
I woke up minutes from…
I’m not often in the position of defending myself here, as I try and stay away from any sort of drama. However, since you seem to feel so strongly about this post, I think I should at least try and explain the original intent of the post as I obviously failed to do so.
My point was not that I don’t like to help people. As a matter of fact, if you are a regular reader of my blog (and we’ve been following each other for years now, so I assume that you at least breeze through some of my posts), you will see that, on more than one occasion, I have gone out of my way to help others. Family, friends, or complete strangers; whoever seeks out my assistance gets it. I easily could have completely ignored that woman last night. But I didn’t. My whole point was, yes, I was groggy in not in the best of moods. Maybe I didn’t put on my best smile and act like giving her directions was exactly what I wanted to do at that particular moment. The fact of the matter was, no matter what my mood was (and even a happy go lucky idiot like myself gets moody every now and then), I stopped what I was doing and gave that woman directions.
I’m not sure if this explanation clears anything up for you, or if you still think I may be a mean spirited prick to total strangers. What I do know is that, I had a blast meeting you at SNARK a couple of years ago and hope to see you this year. I’d love to buy you a beer and we can discuss this, then forget about it and laugh about other things.
