i keep thinking of something that happened yesterday while i was riding bikes in the city. i was riding back to cambridge when someone opened their door. i swerved out the way, but we caught eye contact. i gave a knee-jerk reaction and mean mugged him. i looked forward, then looked back again. i could tell he was apologetic, he kept looking at me, almost scared/timid. when i pulled up to the nearest redlight, i felt bad. i looked back to see if he was there to give him a thumbs up, but he was gone. i could just tell he felt bad, that it was an honest mistake, i just wish he knew i felt bad for giving him the reaction i did.
these are the types of things that keep me up at night, but hopefully this was just another random incident in both of our lives that we’ll forget soon enough.
-ratha, 8:43pm, 7.29.22