I wish some of the social barriers that exist in society could be broken down. They crush my spirit.
This morning on the bus I noticed an older woman a few seats in front of me. She looked tidy and presentable-- except for the massive tag hanging out the neck of her dress.
I knew it would bug me, so I looked away immediately to spare myself the grief. But, like a moth to a flame, I was drawn back to it; my gaze magnetised to the offending square of white material.
I fantasised about getting up, walking down the aisle of the bus, silently popping the tag back in, and returning to my seat. There would be no raised eyebrows, no recoiling, no reaching for the mace. Just a brief glance of gratitude from the offender, before the returning peace of equilibrium.
What sort of sick world is this that I can't tuck in somebody's tag.