Judgements…?

Inspired by the train ride home….

A middle Eastern man, shabbily dressed with a headscarf on, sits in the middle of the train, shifting, glancing all around him, looking at his watch – bag sat on lap. Terrorist? Planning to destroy the world – cause havoc and destruction? No. His mother has been rushed to hospital and he’s nervous about her condition, bringing her essentials for the stay in hospital.

A man, smartly dressed, rings on fingers, slight flair to his walk, on the phone to his friends, telling them what he plans to do this weekend, high pitched voice, slightly camp some may say. Gay? Someone who prefers men – raving homosexual? No. Just a normal guy that is enjoying life, happy and comfortable with himself, wife at home with tea cooking.

A 15 year old girl, black make up and dresswear, hoody up and staring out of the window, whilst rubbing her left wrist slowly, as in pain. Drepressed teenager? So upset and sad with her life that she has to cut herself to make the pain go away – realising that everything is cruel? No. She has just playing with her brand new kitten that she has just bought to join the rest of the other family memebers in her welcoming abode.

A young Asian woman, sitting with an older man on the train – very beautiful lady, clothes so immaculate, no creases with broken English. Mail Order Bride? Has been ‘bought’ by this guy to please him, giving her a new start within a more wealthy country than her village? Pleasing her mother by marrying a white male? No. She is travelling the lands, seeing the sights that are offer, going for a drink with a fellow traveller.

A young man, dressed in normal clothes, listening to music, eating a sandwich, skin on his face peeling, red raw and rough as nails with a haggard look. Terminally ill? Has a sickness that is incurrable and can’t do anything to help himself? No. Last night, he ate some food that reacted badly with his system and he was up last night as he could not sleep.

These are just a few sights that I saw today – I try not to make any stereotypical judgements, but everyone does. I tried looking outside the box more today. I saw the glances from my fellow passengers, that these people obtained and it made me feel sad. Yeah, they may be what we assume or think but then again, they may not. I thought that I would express the other ‘options’ that may be there for each person. And I think – what do people think when they look at me? What do people think when they look at you?