So I'm standing there, out on Broadway, waiting for my cab, minding my own business, talking to a friend who was relatively hidden from sight by the iron gated enclosure and awning of the Sobo 151 smoking patio, when a car drives past and we hear something...something...something "BITCH!". Directed, one can only assume, at me as I was the only one standing there in plain sight.
And I'm like all...
What did I do aside from simply exist in such a way that you noticed my presence?
The answer is nothing. I wasn't doing anything besides talking to my friend and leaning against the fence.
A random stranger driving past thought it was OK to hurl insults, calling me names out his window.
What did he get out of it?
Did he feel good about that? Did he think it was funny? Did it feel awesome to insult a complete stranger, call her names, just because he could?
WTF is that?
And why are people like that? Seriously. Why does anyone have the desire to be so callous and rude to a veritable stranger? Why do any of us think it is a grand idea to degrade someone we've never met...someone were just...cruising past - whether that's in the grocery store or driving down the street?
Because really...that person you are blatantly insulting? She is a friend, a sister, a child, a lover. Perhaps she is a wife, a mother. And you have no idea what she's been through, what she's survived, to just be standing there alive.