Sunday, March 6, 2011

If You Ask Me For Directions I Will Give You The Wrong Directions

Lost.  God Help Them.

If you are lost in a big city like Chicago, and you ask me for directions, as people always do, I will give you the wrong directions.


I do not know why people always ask me for directions.  I do not walk with confidence.  I do not look sure of anything.  I constantly am lost myself, and Chicago scares me most of the time.

But when people do ask, I can't help myself.  I want to help.  I want to feel like their savior, like I'm a good person.  I will not know where I am pointing to, but I will point them to.  And they will smile and be happy.  For a little bit.

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Sometimes I wonder where I've pointed them to.  Have I gotten them trapped in an impenetrable maze?

Or maybe I've pointed them straight to criminal masterminds, who have been waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike?

Or maybe they fall into a black hole and get stretched through eternity?

I don't know.  I don't want to know.  I just want to see their smiles and the affirmation that I give them that people are good, even for a little bit.  Is that so wrong?


You poor, oblivious, tourists.  You take your pictures.  You have your fun.

Just don't get lost.

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