I just came back from the train station, where I met this qt looking azian woman, even though she may well have been 40, sitting next to the water dispenser. I smiled at her while drinking some water, and when I was about to leave she offered me some olives. I politely declined since from the 3 bags that were around her and her location I presumed her homeless. I started a conversation with her, I could use some myself being a lonely person and all that, and she replied with a soft voice
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in English. We spoke for almost 2 hours, mostly just me asking questions and she answering because I'm a nosey fuck like that. Has a kid somewhere who's now almost 20, wasn't willing to tell why she left her south east azian country, thought the governmental entity for poor people was keeping her down more than helping her, easy to get clothes washed but hard to find places to change and to shower, and so on.
Dear diary, I'm almost done. At some points I had the urge to invite her into my home but I have roommates, my mommy always told me not to invite homeless people and since I'm not sure she would have accepted anyway I never did. She looked really gentle and careful, and not drunk or unstable so I didn't expect any problems. It was kinda hard to figure out if she was smart or stupid, maybe a long time on the streets makes anyone dumb, having not much to do all day, the height of your day being going to the homeless lunch thing and getting weekly money. Some of her stories involved how she missed the lunch by a couple minutes due to some public transport issues. She didn't seem to like thinking about some of her past things too much, and the future either. I left being a bit sad, for her sad situation and how's there so many of them suffering in this world. Maybe I should become a professional homeless people helper later, that seems like a job I would find more fullfilling than what I have now.
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ugh, now I smell like the other homeless guy that was sitting nearby that was extremely smelly
