For instance, today I learnt that people aren't only paranoid, but incredibly unimaginative as well. This is not to say that I have an imagination and others don't. In fact, we all have an imagination, but much like a pair of shoes that never get worn, the ignored imagination will only house cobwebs and moths until someone tries it on for size.
On my way to my book-giving rendezvous I came across a charming rottweiler with a full head of teeth. The owner, a red-haired woman in her late forties, chose to be apathetic to the plight of a pedestrian about to be devoured by this overgrown monster.
Now, consider that I am carrying an armful of books and suffer from a very rational fear of dogs.
While the dog was trying to charm the meat off my boney frame (an arduous task if you ask me) I was torn between running in the opposite direction or fighting off the charmer with the books in hand. The rational human in me told me to run, the fearless warrior urged me to duel with paperbacks, but the mindless numbskull within stood his ground with books in hand trying to convince the charmer to stand down.
I am proud to announce that the mindless numbskull succeeded and lives to run on another day.
However, I am not happy about the stereotypes that people have.
Just because I am a black male standing on the street does not mean I am wanting some sort of financial gain.
I've just lost interest in telling the whole story.
MNXIM to all those people that pretended to be on the phone or avoided eye contact with me just because of their self-involved stereotypes.
Namaste
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