The Living Centrifuge

Oh, I'm the most woeful coward I know. I used my friend as an excuse to look at Ben's profile on Manhunt Dot Net today. He's deleting his profile soon, since he's spending too much time on the internet, and not enough time in real life. Ah. I don't need to know anything about him anymore.

At Spadina station today, I was walking down the long corridor to the northbound platform, and there was a young man hunched over, with his hand shielding his face. I walked near to him - because I wondered if he needed assistance. Then, he uncovered his face, and he was talking on his phone, and crying openly. I had a moment of indecision, then veered away from him, and walked on. About half-way down the corridor, I stopped. I felt I should go back. I looked back. He was still there. Then I walked on. On the northbound platform, I thought I should go back and see if he needed someone to sit with him, and my train pulled up, I got up, and boarded, and went home. I felt like I couldn't reach out, because it might be too risky. I'm disgusted with my behaviour. I have acted worse than Ben.