Let me set the scene I am sitting on thick red carpet with a strange print very unique. I couldn’t even describe it if I had a picture of it in front of me. After hours of rushing around I finally was able to sit on this ominous red carpet but only to do another task for the exhibition. STRESS! (This is killing me slowly) I am sitting down in a rather demure posture cutting gluing and sticking my idea of therapeutic bliss, finally a moment of calm and alone. All the running up and down the stairwell that is as hot as a blasted green house; with its impressively hot (and I mean temperature) glass architecture.
Cutting, gluing and sticking... Then help comes thank god to speed up this somewhat slow process many hands make light work. I am innocently cutting, gluing and sticking when I stand up and feel and unnatural bump on the thick luxurious red carpet. I look down to see to my dismay that I have stood on someone’s glasses. Oh SHIT! I am so apologetic and sympathetic as I to wear glasses; my reflex action is to pay for the damage without giving it a second thought.
As the day drags on and I am relieved of all my stresses I then realise that I am not wholly or at all responsible for the damage to this person's glasses, as it is not responsible for the glasses wearer to leave their glasses on the floor, not expecting them to be broken or shattered. Now how do I say to someone that I really can’t afford to pay for you glasses, nor that I am not entirely responsible for not looking on the floor as I stand up. I say sod them and just tell them how it is and if they don’t like it they have learned a valuable lesson. Don’t leave your glasses on the floor!
Plus why should I buy some random person new glasses when I want to buy myself new glasses. I will always put myself first, selfish I may sound but human I am and compassion is something I may be lacking but I am not to BLAME.
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