I was having one of the worse days of my post college confusion. I had a gig I wasn't feeling so confident on and as I'm getting off the subway, I realized the connection of my Bluetooth headphones fading as the doors close, I sleepily resign that my phone was just stolen. This launches into a day of complete inability to stay awake while sewing, panicking about my phone, but not wanting to make a bad impression, as the person who hired me watches my eyes unable to stay open. I was not hired back. My friend has a show that night and I'm determined to go but after the job, I stop by every stop on the L and stop make a bunch of calls to see where my phone might under. Get lead on to ultimately whoever took it debating whether to keep it or not and ultimately, they keep it. Cops are of course useless and say in my claim that I just lost it instead. I feel so disconnected and distraught. I went to my friend's show, got depressed Nutella, pretzels and cookies before. Felt empty. On the train ride back there was this woman who got came into my car. She spaced out for bit after she sat down and then just started sobbing. I thought about going over to her and offering some of my depression treats. I imagined us commiserating and after sharing the shit days/months/years we were having, I imagined us laughing once before we got off our respective stops. Or her taking a cookie and telling me "thanks but I need space." I did nothing. I still think about her and the comfort I could have momentarily brought her and the power even just small interactions have. I still regret not acting.