While riding our illustrious and ponderous transit system, two lads got on the bus, typical ner’do’wells (dirty t-shirts, requisite shaved-to-scalp haircuts, running shoes, pants that hang barely off their pitiful butts), and took seats in front of me.
The bus sat at the downtown stop as I believe the driver was having a brain aneurysm, and while we collected riders waited for this to pass, I spotted a gothy type girl wearing bright, shiny boots with a really decent heel – probably 4” heels.
So did these teenagers.
And they stared at this person as she walked by . . . not staring in admiration or lust . . . but staring as if boogers were dripping from her head. In short, they thought she was odd, weird, strange. They had a judgmental stare.
Likewise I was staring at them . . . as if boogers were dripping from there heads.
I shook my head and held the bridge of my nose with pinched fingers clearly telegraphing my distaste of these human excuses for skin.
There’s an old Zen saying, “Never judge another person’s morals as then your own come into question”. Obviously these two had not heard of this . . . but then they obviously had not heard of that other modern invention – soap!.
So I admired this gothy girl with her very bright, fetishy boots walking the downtown in morning sunshine.
Now remember, I inhabit a provincial town that can be somewhat classified as backwoods. Backwoods in attitude! Although they are building the countries largest Wal-mart to attract more trailer trash. Melonville I call it.
I had remarked the other day that something other cities had – had just popped up in Melonville meaning we’re only 10 years out-of-date instead of the usual 15.
So I hope I see more of these boots on more and more people wearing them. And less of these judgmental goons. Then I can upgrade the city as being five years out of date.
Heelfully Yours
gillian
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