I have mentioned before how much I am always touched and humbled by the kindness of strangers. It's always most unexpected but just by being there for you, they give you so much strength to power on.
The past weekend I proved my idiocy again by getting into an easily avoidable accident involving myself, my ancient scooter and the road. The end result was me looking like something out of Saw and feverishly placing ice packs on any area of my face not covered with blood so that I could look human again. During this time, the few friends I did choose to mention my injuries to really touched me with their concern, going so far as forcing a promise from me to never ever try to kill myself in that preferred method again.
The rest of the kindness that came my way was from unexpected quarters: The neighbour who actually made biryani for me to cheer me up; the landlady who prepared me a lovely dinner; the sweet man who took me to hospital when he didn't have to. I'm ever grateful for being proved that I'm a twat whose misanthropy is misplaced, for the most part at least.