About a month ago I held a door open for an old man.
He was coming out of the church located in the basement of the head shop I was visiting with some friends. When he walked past me, he thanked me and I replied with some “certainly” or some such. As we walked away from one another, he spoke the words “May god bless you, have a blessed day.” I replied “Yeah, man, have a good one.”
I didn’t think much of the exchange until after I’d gotten back in the car and realized how much more invest that old man was in my well being than I was in his. He literally asked his god to bless me, and all I could muster in reply was have a good one. It probably doesn’t mean anything to you, but this has been eating at me since it happened and I can’t help but think that I hurt his feelings. This old man, coming out of church on a Sunday afternoon, looks to spread his kindness onto others, encounters some stoner walking out of a smoke shop and asks God to bless this punks way. The punk won’t even turn around, and just mumbles something over his shoulder. It was a bummer, and I would like to make it up to that old man. So old man, if you read this, have a really good day.
my dad a few summers ago. this is how i will always remember him.
he was telling me what he wanted for christmas next year.
my grandfather and i (yes, i am santa, the rumors are true) the christmas before he passed away. he was singing and laughing the whole afternoon, he fucking loved my get up.
i used to make music until i heard she was leaving, now i only make notes
seriously why isnt this in every store
About me
19/m/0h looking for a girl who will put up with my inadequacies in both my day to day life and in bed.
