I was with some people from a school where I was a student. A man that was my PE teacher in grade school, who everyone had a crush on, was sitting and chatting with us. He seemed wise and like he was understanding of things, yet still had his own opinions. He was saying that I was one of those women who was high maintenance. He really didn't know me,but assumed by how I looked. I brought up several examples of why I wasn't. How I had lived a life not like that. Then in my mind I was thinking... why am I explaining myself to him, and what if I was ....? would that be such a bad thing? I was walking away and he followed me and we continued talking. We had warm feeling toward each other. I then split off from him heading somewhere and I saw this little girl, about the age of 2 or 3. She was pedaling a little pink plastic tricycle. She had her little sister, who was about 6 months old in the back in a basket. I felt it looked safe enough. As she pedaled there was a little baby doll head affixed to the front of the tricycle. It was face down, sticking straight out the front and would turn from left to right as she pedaled. I thought, hmm they need to change that, it looks like the baby is saying no, no, no....
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