Monday reminded me why I am a misanthrope.

So, on my way to work, I found a homeless man lying on the sidewalk. He was conscious, and breathing, but he didn't respond when I asked him if he was alright.

The obvious thing to do was to call emergency services and tell them. But the thing about this....

The thing about this is, no one else stopped to help this guy. No one at all. I saw at least fifteen people drive past, and three walked by -- one on a cell phone -- and while I was trying to help the guy out, waiting for paramedics, they all went the other way.

I can't know why. But I can guess.

And my guess is that they didn't want to deal with him because he was homeless.

It just makes me feel that my misanthropy is justified.