I was standing on the corner waiting for the light to change. I was on my continuing quest for black huaraches.
There was a man standing next to me. I glanced over at him. As I looked, he looked at the same time. The man shot backwards and recoiled in attempt to move away from me as though he'd seen a demon. The first thing I thought of was, whoa, I have bad energy. I took it personally, because that's the kind of man I am.
The light changed. I let the man walk ahead of me. He was carrying two plastic bags and he kept looking over his shoulder as he walked. We crossed the street and he was still looking over his shoulder. Oh okay, he's a paranoid schizophrenic. A sense of relief overcame me. I don't have demon energy after all. It's him not me. Phew.
The light changed. I let the man walk ahead of me. He was carrying two plastic bags and he kept looking over his shoulder as he walked. We crossed the street and he was still looking over his shoulder. Oh okay, he's a paranoid schizophrenic. A sense of relief overcame me. I don't have demon energy after all. It's him not me. Phew.
No comments:
Post a Comment