scaring white men.

Scared the life out of a white man today. Walking down a deserted street in Brussels, with nothing but a fire escape and a cold, modern stone building. A man on a bike kept watching me, acting strange. He had a look as though he had found prey. I didn’t wish to be eaten, swallowed, or spat back out today. As I kept walking, noticing how unstable his bike was, how he pointed and shook his head at cars passing by. I'm not one to assume the worst of people who are off their heads. I have seen them most of my life in my hometown, capital city, college city, and other countries - I always assumed that if you don't bother them, they won't bother you. But there was something about this man, with barely anyone else around. My gut screamed out, threatening to spill out if I stayed any longer.

Quickening my pace, accidentally stepped on the toes of a white middle-aged man. I’ve never seen a man put his phone away and quicken his pace so fast. Probably thought he was going to get jumped or robbed. Was only trying to save my own skin. Sorry, older white man.