prejudice

There's a few things that really amazes me.

One of those things occured to me yesterday when I was on the bus on my way to Brick Lane to meet up with some friends.

The bus was crowded and I sat in the back. Then I notised this man, a muslim man with the beard and all that you would imagine he would have. I see muslims every day, and I have friends with that religion. But when I saw something strange under his shirt I kind of got scared and actually considered going of the bus and wait for the next one.

I would say that I don't have prejudices and that I don't easily judge people. So afterwards, when he stepped of the bus before I got the chance to, I got kind of angry with myself for the way I had been thinking.

So as the matter of fact, even I do judge people. I'm not happy about it, but I guess that's the way we work.