I was driving back from many hours of perusing cemeteries (incidentally, most people believe this act to be strange and morbid and a bit macabre) when I passed a man. He was an elderly man, perhaps mid-sixties given his hair and demeanor. He wore a black half circle over his left eye and carried a red and black gym bag over his shoulder. When the man driving in front of me passed the man raised his thumb into the air and turned towards us. I nodded and waved to him and drove on.
Later, upon returning home, I learned that the man was "hitch-hiking". I do not know the reason and I do not know the circumstances, but I felt poorly for a time knowing that I could have assisted him (and learned if and why he was missing an eye). I think the feeling is called remorse. Perhaps it is some sympathy as well.
Note of Interest: F'noodles can be used in place of (or along with) garden hoses.
Note on Being Human:
Sometimes the body does not seem to fit. All the pieces are connected, but they don't seem natural to one another. I wonder if this is common to feel this way on occasion.
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