When I walked towards him, he picked up the pace. He was hiding behind his woman, who was holding a swaddled baby. I walked alongside them, socially distanced. I asked him why he was taking photos of me. He hit the mute button. – so I kept asking. Finally, he said it was a public place and he could do whatever the f#*k he wanted. Then Karen yelled, “Get away from me and my child, you f#*king weirdo!”
Honestly, I don’t know if I did the right thing. I used to think that I was being a bigger person by “not sweating the small stuff.” Not anymore. Inaction enables and emboldens behavior and logic that make America unsafe for a lot of people. More than ever, I feel the need to assert myself. Indeed, we were in a public place. A crowded place with climbing rates of covid, rsv and flu. Karen, Craig and the kid were mask-free. But apparently, I was the f#*king weirdo.
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