The truth in farts

Today I've had an epiphany, and have realized something about judging people based on presumptions we make of them.

While coming home from College, I ended up sharing the same walking route as this sweet looking old lady who was a few metres ahead of me. Emphasis on "sweet looking". Because throughout this little trip, the moment she felt my presence behind her, she began to nervously look back, and forth and around, sorta scoping the area for if she was alone. At first I ignored this, but then each time she stared back at me, she gradually increased her walking pace little by little until she turned by a corner. I was instantly offended to some degree because it seemed that she was suspicious of me, under the impression that because there was a black guy who just happened to be walking behind her, her purse was apparently going to get stolen.

I thought to myself how furious I was at this, how certain people can have the nerve to just look at someone and instantly assume the worst. Seriously?? What's was her dea...

And right there. I breathed in the horrid gas cloud she left behind...and it immediately became clear. She wasn't trying to avoid me specifically based on some misguided racial stereotype concern for safety. She simply wanted to skilfully hide her fart, and had to make sure the coast was clear.

Needless to say. I was ok with inhaling an old lady fart. Somehow that disgusting aroma spiritually settled me, it was a well deserved punishment for conversely assuming the worst out of other people. Based on my own misplaced racial self-gratification.

Being black or any other minority race doesn't automatically make you a target or a "helpless victim" of profiling. Yes, there will always be some idiot who shows up to cause trouble for people. But there's no point scraping the barrel for the most slightest discriminative implications just to make a point.

You just end up judging people to cover your own insecurities.