Sometimes I don’t know what my friend thinks being home means for me. I understand that she’s stuck without a car and without anything to do. I understand she’s in the area. But just because I’m home doesn’t mean anyone else is home. I don’t have a license, and if even if I did, I don’t have a car. The suburbs are huge, and cabs are expensive.
Part of me wonders if it comes from her growing up in a small, isolated town. School is the same way–you can walk anywhere without it being overtly sketchy, and absolutely everything is within an hour’s walking distance. When I see her texts asking me if the cab ride would cost less this time, or if the walk was shorter than before, or if the bus could get her back before curfew, or if my dad can shuttle us somewhere, I don’t always know how to respond. I feel bad for her, having nothing to do for much of the time. But at the same time, it’s not my responsibility to keep her entertained, and it’s not my parents’ responsibility to drive her places. Moreover, the city is not the safest place to just walk around for hours on end when you don’t know where you are or where you’re going.
I don’t know what the point of this was. Just a rant, I suppose. There’s not really anything I can do about it.