That Is Just Me

An Eye Feast For A Lone Foreign Man
This Indian man (ok so maybe he is Bangla or someone else) sat right smack in the middle of the train on the plastic seats.

While his body was almost motionless, his eyes were twinkling and following the galls on board the train. Galls in various stages of undress with exposed abs revealing navels or butts showing their cracklines.

At some point he was slapping his forehead and you could tell that he was squirming and feeling very uncomfortable in his seat.

He was very, very distracted (for whatever reasons) by the sea of young galls and women who boarded and alighted from the train and who chattered and squeezed themselves among the crowd of commuters.

Galls who would, to a foreign man from a Third World, seem loose and too immodestly dressed.

Did the galls raise his testesterone a few notches higher? Were they tempting him into adultery when he has a family back home to feed and loof after? Was he desperate and alone?

Is he seeking solace in the midst of this relentless commercial grind that bears no meaning for him except that he needs the money? Is this too much of a culture shock?

Only the foreign man himself will know.

Nothing Old Or Too Traditional For Me Especially If It Is A Bad Habit Or Tradition
I eschew everything old and traditional especially if it is bad.

Therefore there shall be no sniffing and the rubbing of axe oil for me to ward off giddy spells or in the heat or in crowds. No Vicks VapoRub. No biting into a cane of sugar with the bare teeth that can only jag the edges if not crook the teeth.

I eschew almost everything old and traditional especially if they are bad practices that can harm one.