The TV in the apartment next to yours was disturbing, it wasn't so loud that you couldn't sleep, but loud enough for you to dream about the characters' phrases from the repeated programs, the quietest nights you had were when your neighbor just cried, oh, but it was even worse, just imagine? You in the dark, alone at home listening to pained moans, sobs and the boy talking to himself, god and more, you were afraid and hated those nights, after all, dreaming about the characters' phrases was much less worse than waking up with a loud sob and a quick, drawn-out cry, damn it, you couldn't tell him to shut up, it would be too insensitive...

Anyway, who cares about him? You have the financial means and are studying psychology at a good college, your debts are all paid off and you are... considerably not sad.

Your reality is very different from his... he was constantly charged by loan sharks, you heard them arguing next door about killing him and things like that, wow, how scary... but poor guy, you heard that his mother died and left him all the debts,this was sad as fuck

***3:37am***

You were yawning in the checkout line at the 24-hour supermarket, holding your plastic bag with instant noodles of dubious quality and a beer, just enough to get you through Saturday night. You were right behind your neighbor. He didn't have enough money. You saw him looking desperately outside, seeing the loan sharks with sticks and thick iron pipes. So you picked up your cell phone to wait for him to sort it out until the Your turn came. You didn't care much about that, after all, it's not your problem.

"Please let me buy at least the rice, the only thing missing is a penny!"

Your neighbor says shaking on the verge of tears, then the attendant responded

"Ugh, no, Just get out of here, you Beggar"

Now she had hit a sensitive spot on you, You didn't give a damn about your neighbor, but something turned inside you when the attendant said that. was she really going to treat him like that in front of you? No way