today I did this good deed.

I'm not of the opinion that good deeds need to be rewarded or actualized or anything like that. I don't want recognition; it's not that kind of deed. it just made me feel good.

I went to Chicago today to see the Edward Hopper special exhibit at the Art Institute. (it was one badass art exhibit.) on the way back, after narrowly beating rushhour traffic, deciding AGAINST pizza for once, and falling asleep a few times, we stopped to pee at a rest stop. the minute I open my door, the guy next to me opens his and gets out of his car.

he's tall. lanky. plain face, blue eyes. texas longhorns baseball hat. I think he was wearing sweatpants. he starts talking, stumbling over basic shit: I'm almost embarrassed to ask this; well, I am embarrassed really, but I don't know what else to; no one will help me and I'm; I just want to get back to Purdue; etcetera...

I'm skeptical at best. like yeah right. but he puts a hand to his forehead and it's shaking. like bad shaking. and he looks like he's tearing up and I can hear it in his voice, and he just wants 4 or 5 gallons of gas. and I go, yeah I can do 4 or 5. I'll put it on my card.

so Carol and me go to the gas pump with him and he's all grateful: oh thank you thank you I'll pay you back. and I'm going, how are you going to pay me back, you go to Purdue. so I say no, whatever, it's fine. 4 or 5 gallons isn't that much.

and he drives off and I put the receipt in my wallet, and go pee.




I've been feeling very wholesome lately. like green wholesome, like save the planet, do good deeds, whatever. I guess this is one for Karma or statistics or whatever.