I gaze in amusement at the woman across the street;
her expression of disgust as she notices the man across from her –
his eyes trailing a scantily clad woman’s behind.
And I think to myself (while laughing out loud),
goodness gracious, how preposterous human beings can be!
and it suddenly dawns on me,
how ridiculous I must look to another passerby.
How he or she is probably thinking: ‘what is that smug son of a bitch laughing about?’.
but then relief sets in,
as I realise that his/her thoughts will soon be occupied by more pressing matters,
such as a YouTube video s/he’s just opened on their phone, or
lo behold, another hot piece of ass that comes into their line of vision.
Because, you know, the world is a really interesting place,
there’s so much other stuff to see, to feel, to hear, to do,
than to focus on the momentary opinions of strangers on the street.
I trudge home, with a bit of a swagger now, assured in my belief.
My day is complete.
I realise how how goddamn happy I am
to know that I couldn’t care less about the opinions of those,
of those who don’t know me.
Not one fucking bit.