He has beard, if you can call it that, a pathetic attempt, but a perfect match for his long-uncut shaggy hair. Far from stylish, he’s rocking running shoes with shorts and a rain jacket in a club filled with ties and heels. His drunken antics of jumping around with a hood on, arrogantly flaunting his foreignness, is that dancing? And that girl… they don’t even speak the same language. Who the hell is this guy?
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He didn’t even nod to me, the man in tailored shirt, colorful socks and fashionable shoes. He seemed in a hurry, maybe on his way to some important meeting. It was almost as if he was looking past me, when he looked at me, like I wasn’t there, too low to be acknowledged with even a nod, much less a smile. Who does this guy think he is?
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If they come talk to me, there’s no way I’m giving them a ride. No, not two dirty hitch hikers, no way. Who knows what they would do to me. Who knows their motives. I can only imagine what would happen if I picked them up. What low lifes, exploiting other’s kindness, leaching off society, failing to contribute to the system. Who the hell do they think they are?
That Man’s a Dude
Not too long ago I was sitting at a stop light, avoiding the homeless man outside my window, when I had a thought :: That man’s a dude.
It was an interesting thought, revolving around the idea that the man begging outside my window has feelings and emotions, a heart, and probably an interesting story. Yet as a collective whole we don’t treat this “homeless silhouette” equally.
And then through the sequence of last week’s post about girls I realized that guys often mistreat the “pretty girl silhouette” in a very similar vein as the “homeless silhouette”, almost as things and not people.
We’re All People
Instead of projecting a pre-conceived image onto someone, what if we just initiated every conversation with the idea of :: that person’s a human.
That person has feelings, thoughts, a viewpoint on the world, family members, emotional scars, fears, accomplishments, all of which weave into his or her story.
Who are we to judge the dirty traveler drunkenly jumping around the dance floor, the businessman or the hitchhikers. After all, these are just silhouette’s we project based on assumptions and snap judgements. What if it’s the CEO of the company flipping burgers? Or what if it’s a banging house wife in a fat suit?
Treat everyone as an equal human.
I’m going into every conversation thinking equal thoughts :: This person has a story, show them respect, I’m no better, who am I too judge, they are interesting, they have insights. All of it true. Maybe I learn more about them or maybe they are having a bad day and don’t want to talk, then I’ll let it slide.
We’re all human, after all.