Thursday, April 10, 2014

Who is this man?

If you're anything like me, you're asking yourself right now "Who is this man?"

And most likely, you have no idea what his name is. I don't know either. I do know some things about him though.....

This man was walking in the middle of the sidewalk with his phone pressed to his ear and his finger stuck in the other ear.
I attempted to get his attention by saying "excuse me" a few times as I slowly approached him while on my bike.
And after I got no response from him, I stopped pedaling and began walking my bike, while I was still on it, past him.
This man finally noticed me.
And unlike most people, his reaction wasn't to step to the side a bit so I could pass, to which I reply with a smile and a "thank you", but instead tell the person on the phone about how I nearly ran him down.
He reminded me that I was on a sideWALK and was not allowed to be there on my bike.
And I reminded him that in fact, he was wrong.
And that's when his brain malfunction became more clear.
You see, because of the size of my body, I knew nothing! My ass somehow took over my entire body & brain and rendered everything that came out of my mouth invalid.
I asked how on earth the size of my ass changed the law and made me incorrect, but he had no answers. All he could do was remind me of how wrong I was, how ugly I was and that I should look in a mirror. He told the person he was talking to on the phone that I must be angry because he was blocking the sidewalk and I couldn't get to food.

I find this sort of person pathetic. And sad. And horrible.

I fear for this type of person's children or grandchildren, for this is the type of person they have to help guide them through life. You're only an illness, injury or gene expression away from becoming worthless in his mind.
I fear for his wife, girlfriend, boyfriend or anyone else that relies on him and trusts him. All it takes is your ass to grow and *poof* your brain doesn't matter.
I feel sad for his friends, who either find this behavior acceptable, don't know about the 10lbs that it would take for him to ditch them or don't agree with it, but somehow can't help him see anything differently.
I feel bad about people that feel like they need to fit some sort of perfect and ideal body form. Why? For cranky, shallow, rude and evil men like him?

But there's one bit of goodness. At least my ass works as a pretty good filter when it comes to identifying a subset of the horrible people in this world.

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