all eyes on me
mama, who is that man?
So today I was reminded that:
- I am tightly enclosed in my own bubble, and as such:
- I have no real sense of how I look to other people.
- I haven't been shopping at Central Market often enough.
- I am still quite capable of scaring the shit out of young children whose parents - liberal tendencies aside - have No Black Friends simply by standing still in bulk foods.
Now, that last bit is something I used to be accustomed to, because I'm used to being a tall black man with red hair and an unkempt beard. Today, though, the kid's mother stopped to prove that I was not some kind of monster.
I'm not some kind of monster, right?
I was flummoxed, so I didn't quite turn into the nice person the woman was trying to prove I was, though. I was just tired, zoned out, and focused on snack mixes.
I may, in fact, be some kind of monster.