No care and no community
I met an insane person today. At least, this is what I have come to assume, the situation developed rapidly and was quite surreal. I would like to note that the following quotes are, indeed, approximations.
It was on my way to University on an oddly sunny afternoon in Manchester. Walking past a park in quite an upbeat mood, the moment struck. A middle aged lady walking towards me, looked me in the eyes and shouted “Thats your brother!”, pointing at a young black man in front of her, “why don’t you fuck him!?”.
I stopped for a moment, quite bemused, and also slightly frightened. My brain rushed into a state of instinctive alertness, as she advanced towards me. Our gazes followed each other before I replied “Excuse me madam?”, in the most endearing way possible.
Her eyes were wild. A sight that I have not seen in a long time, and one that shook me up inside. “I’m no ‘Madam’”, she retorted, “I’m 64 years old, I shouldn’t have to put up with this.”; followed shortly by a cry of “Go to hell!”. I was very confused, I remember her asking me a question of which it’s words I can’t remember, but by now she was a while away, and so I responded with a polite, yet cynical “Yes, thank you”.
I stopped. The thought that I may had shaken up a political beast caused me to drop my bag to the ground looking for my camera, which I had not packed. I considered calling the police, but that made little sense.
I’ve been shaken up for the rest of today. Which is a shame, as weather such as this has been few and far between for a while. For fear of greater evils I changed my route, and, in somewhere hidden along the way, changed my shirt. Only my own paranoia acting up, I guess I can identify with her.
No care and no community I suppose. It’s just pills and politics, but I can still feel those eyes piercing through me as I type.
It was on my way to University on an oddly sunny afternoon in Manchester. Walking past a park in quite an upbeat mood, the moment struck. A middle aged lady walking towards me, looked me in the eyes and shouted “Thats your brother!”, pointing at a young black man in front of her, “why don’t you fuck him!?”.
I stopped for a moment, quite bemused, and also slightly frightened. My brain rushed into a state of instinctive alertness, as she advanced towards me. Our gazes followed each other before I replied “Excuse me madam?”, in the most endearing way possible.
Her eyes were wild. A sight that I have not seen in a long time, and one that shook me up inside. “I’m no ‘Madam’”, she retorted, “I’m 64 years old, I shouldn’t have to put up with this.”; followed shortly by a cry of “Go to hell!”. I was very confused, I remember her asking me a question of which it’s words I can’t remember, but by now she was a while away, and so I responded with a polite, yet cynical “Yes, thank you”.
I stopped. The thought that I may had shaken up a political beast caused me to drop my bag to the ground looking for my camera, which I had not packed. I considered calling the police, but that made little sense.
I’ve been shaken up for the rest of today. Which is a shame, as weather such as this has been few and far between for a while. For fear of greater evils I changed my route, and, in somewhere hidden along the way, changed my shirt. Only my own paranoia acting up, I guess I can identify with her.
No care and no community I suppose. It’s just pills and politics, but I can still feel those eyes piercing through me as I type.