treeguy64
Hari Om, y'all!
- Location
- Austin, TX.
- - - yesterday, during a visit to my local Social Security office.
To explain: I arrived at this office an hour before it opened. There were four people already in line. After another ten minutes, this other fellow queued up, next to me. He was a few inches taller than me, slim build, dark skin, Indian or Arabic. Thing was, he had on this large, black backpack. As he stood next to me, he shifted the backpack to hang across his chest. He also started messing about with one of his pants pockets. I could see his company ID tag hanging from the bottom of his shirt, into his pocket, so I told myself that was what he was fumbling with. Important, though: I wasn't sure! I began looking for an escape route that I'd head for as soon as I heard the first, "Allahu," and figured I might be able to get to the far side of this brick pillar before anything exploded. I felt uncomfortable, to say the least. I actually came very close to simply trying another day. Then, I decided I would engage this guy in conversation. I couldn't stand to just let things happen. As it turned out, he was a nice guy, a fine fellow.
So, I'm obviously a product of my environment, and the times we all live in. As I watch this middle school girl pass my house, each weekday, in full, black, Arabic dress, including the slit for just her eyes, I cannot help but wonder where this world is heading.
Are any of you feeling a similar paranoia, these days? I am angry at myself, trust me, for what was going through my head, yesterday morning, but I'm forced to admit that events of the past twenty years, or so, have obviously changed me in ways I don't like.
To explain: I arrived at this office an hour before it opened. There were four people already in line. After another ten minutes, this other fellow queued up, next to me. He was a few inches taller than me, slim build, dark skin, Indian or Arabic. Thing was, he had on this large, black backpack. As he stood next to me, he shifted the backpack to hang across his chest. He also started messing about with one of his pants pockets. I could see his company ID tag hanging from the bottom of his shirt, into his pocket, so I told myself that was what he was fumbling with. Important, though: I wasn't sure! I began looking for an escape route that I'd head for as soon as I heard the first, "Allahu," and figured I might be able to get to the far side of this brick pillar before anything exploded. I felt uncomfortable, to say the least. I actually came very close to simply trying another day. Then, I decided I would engage this guy in conversation. I couldn't stand to just let things happen. As it turned out, he was a nice guy, a fine fellow.
So, I'm obviously a product of my environment, and the times we all live in. As I watch this middle school girl pass my house, each weekday, in full, black, Arabic dress, including the slit for just her eyes, I cannot help but wonder where this world is heading.
Are any of you feeling a similar paranoia, these days? I am angry at myself, trust me, for what was going through my head, yesterday morning, but I'm forced to admit that events of the past twenty years, or so, have obviously changed me in ways I don't like.