Would (or do) you stop to help (presumably) stranded folks by the side of the road?
I really struggle with this one. I want to stop, but I’ve always weighed how risky it would be. 254 more words
There’s this thing that happens when somebody comes at me with, “Just come out and be social for a while. You can leave whenever you feel like it.” The person who’s speaking suddenly morphs into the grim reaper, beckoning me with their bony death finger to come on, hang out, be social, you know you want to except all I hear is a ghostly rasp: 198 more words