“Don’t Judge” High-Five! [F]
I’m not fond of the city after the sun goes down because that’s when, what seems like, all the self-indulgent drunks and nightclubbing school kids come out. That’s not my crowd and I don’t like getting caught amongst it all.
Last night I was roaming through the city to get to point-B (a home-cooked meal) when a young Indian fellow was dancing to the beat of his own drum in the square by himself. He was twirling towards me looking like an octopus with a massive grin. He saw me and held out his hand for a high-five. I denied him that high-five. I shook my head and kept walking, to which he stopped dancing and held his arms out and said “how rude man.” End of story.
Well, that would be the end of the story had this happened to anyone else I know, then again I’m almost certain, superstitiously so that these things never happen to my friends for some uncanny reason. After that incident, I couldn’t stop thinking about what just happened. Weird to say and admit but it’s true; I felt bad and couldn’t think why or why I should care about that guy at all. Was it because he called me rude and may have been right in that instance?
Later that night, I told my mum about it (yes I like discussing shit with my mother) but tried disguising my story as whimsical, but she had one thing to say to me. I told her “the dude was probably drunk and high, on drugs!”, but she just repeated herself. She said, “don’t judge.”
I kinda feel better. However, now I wish I had given that fool the best high-five he ever asked for! I am not rude, I’d just rather not touch strangers in town.
In saying that, I’m sure there’s a rule about not inducing a high-five moment especially if only one participant feels said moment. No?
That’s my silly little story, and I still hate the city at night.