I’ve always been really quiet which is something that I’ve tried to rid myself of. I tell myself to be more talkative and open. To do this and do that. The older I get though. The more I realize that I find people and what they talk about to be boring. Not to say that I’m oh so interesting or great, but I’m done blaming myself for this shit.
I work at a place that does wedding receptions. Today, the father of the bride asked the kitchen to take some food out to 2 homeless people sitting on a bench in Oakley Square. We agreed. As I walked towards the 2 people, I began questioning whether or not they were homeless. They had shopping bags and were eating ice cream from Aglamesis. Offered them food, they politely refused. Realized that they weren’t homeless. Also realized that the father of the bride assumed they were because they were black and sitting on a bench in Oakley. Proceeded to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. Made my night.