Wednesday, March 19, 2008

The addict next to me

Sitting on the machine, I could tell right away that this woman had had a troubled life.

She mumbled to herself as if she was cursing the heavens for the luck that she had brought upon herself. Even in victory, she cursed both heaven and Earth. But for what reasons, I could not ascertain.

Maybe it was my dumb luck that, without realizing it, maybe this was my opportunity to change the life of someone, affect their direction and set them right. But I let is passed. Without word I sat at my own machine, pushing away and hoping to just abide my time. But I noticed just how sad her face looked. It was aged well beyond its own years, probably from a hard life. Maybe before her appearance at the casino she had gone to the bar. Maybe she had gone away from an abusive husband. I don't know. Should I have cared?

It points to something bigger as well: The individualization of society. Here is sat, less than a foot away from a person who I actually could have communicated with, possibly could have changed the world with (you never know), and I did none of that. I might have said a word or two but nothing more. I affected nothing but maybe envy. Maybe I looked like a person of confidence, even if I wasn't. Any way you look at it, it could have been an opportunity and I chose not to take it.

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