A very similar thing happened to me in SOMA when I was apartment hunting. I was walking to the next scheduled apartment viewing, when a homeless man started following me. He started shouting "Fight me faggot!", clearly trying to provoke me. Much like in your SO's case, there were bystanders that didn't want to get involved; they simply stared blankly at the spectacle.
Then he spit on me.
I can't describe in words the pure unadulterated rage and anger I felt in that moment. I wanted to pulverize every single bone in his body, over and over again, until he was a bloody pulp. Until there was nothing left, except a blood stain on the ground. But I didn't. I turned the other cheek, but not for a pretty reason. I simply didn't want to get his blood on me.
It's hard to love someone that hates you and possibly wants to harm you, but I think that's the first step to solving the homeless problem in SF. Compassion is a difficult trait to master.
I go to San Francisco about once a year, and man, I can't imagine why anyone want to live or work there. San Francisco sucks. There are other tech cities, people.
Then he spit on me.
I can't describe in words the pure unadulterated rage and anger I felt in that moment. I wanted to pulverize every single bone in his body, over and over again, until he was a bloody pulp. Until there was nothing left, except a blood stain on the ground. But I didn't. I turned the other cheek, but not for a pretty reason. I simply didn't want to get his blood on me.
It's hard to love someone that hates you and possibly wants to harm you, but I think that's the first step to solving the homeless problem in SF. Compassion is a difficult trait to master.