Modern Life is Rubbish

Yesterday after work I had to hurry to the city
center in order to get to the post office before
it closed. I was picking up a parcel that had
been laying there too long, and I had to give
feedback about the contents as soon as possible.
A bit stressed I rode my bike as fast as I
could.
When I got to the overpass by the train station
I suddenly saw a person laying stangely in the
middel of the sidewalk. There was no one else
there and there are huge barriers on both sides.
"What the hell is this?" I thought. Getting
closer I saw that it was one of the homeless
people that hang around the train station. I
slowed down when I passed him, but just
continued. "he is probably just sleeping and I
havent got time to stop." I said to my self..
And I drove on.
When I got to the post office I started thinking
"what if he wasn't sleeping? What if he had
taken an overdose or were seriously ill?". I got
a bit stressed and my conscience felt really
bad.
Then after standing in a long que and getting my
parcel I decided to cancel my other errands and
ride back to the see if he was alright.
When I got there I found him sitting on a bench.
Didn't do anything more. Went home. Went to
squash.
Guess I'm not as solidary as I like to be. I
think I didn't stop the first time is because I
didn't want to care and was probably afraid of
what diseases I might catch. Don't know what
other reasons there was as the instinct
automaticly said no. I don't think "I have to
hurry cause I need to give feedback and squash
starts in one hour" is a good reason.
What if he was really ill? What if he was dead?
I didn't know and I just drove on.

Argh, is this my post divorce conscience going
to new fields?

I am a bad person.

Who isn't?