As I watched the poor woman, who was now swaying on her feet, obviously inebriated with alcohol, I could not help but feel nothing but sympathy for her. Her actions were reminiscent of a circus act, the kind that made people shocked and horrified, but yet they can not look away. I, myself, had never been to a circus, but Miss Campbell had told me about all the weird and wonderful things she witnessed as a child there. Right now, poor Sandra did not look very wonderful however, only weird.
Was I supposed to feel something right now? Anger or angst of some kind? Maybe some resentment towards this woman who apparently abandoned me? Why then, was I feeling absolutely nothing, not one single feeling. Not sadness, not joy, not compassion. I felt emotionless.
Everyone was looking at me now, wai
