Anxious Thoughts

Don’t. Do. It.

But his hood is inside out.

Just imagine flipping it.

Well he’s gone now…

Don’t. Do. It.

But she has a piece of lint on her thigh.

It’s fine. She’ll notice it.

She won’t. well class is done.

Don’t. Do. It

Just stare somewhere else.

What a large piece of dandruff.

Tell her to look in the mirror.

Oh no. She asked me something.

“Sure.”

Don’t. Do. It.

He’s not your kid.

They are parents. they can figure it out.

Remember you don’t have kids.

Your opinion doesn’t matter.

Move on. It’s not your problem.

Don’t. Do. It.

What if she misses her stop?

Maybe she has an alarm set.

She knows when to get off.

Now it’s your stop.

Don’t. Do. It.

Of course he knows smoking kills.

It’s an addiction.

It’s their choice

Cough. Cough. Gross.

Don’t. Do. It.

But her back pack is wide open

Someone will steal it.

Maybe the zipper is broken?

It’s not your problem. Move on.

Don’t. Do. It.

The gate is wide open though.

Maybe they’re doing groceries?

It has to be open for a reason right?

Don’t. Do. It.

I could steal that shovel.

It’s laying right there.

It’s not yours. Carry on.

Don’t. Do. It.

His hat is ripped.

Does he know that?

He must’ve seen it when he put it on.

Maybe it’s significant to him?

He knows about the rip. It’s not your hat.

Don’t. Do. It.

A child’s missing baseball cap.

I have to.

Lift it up and put it on the fence.

There. That’s far better. Someone will see it.

Don’t. Do. It.

Her make-up is scary.

Why do people like that?

It’s her style. Not yours. It suits her. Yes.

Don’t. Do. It.

But the trunk is open.

Their front door is too though.

Oh good. They’re coming back. Grocery run.

Whew no need to talk to anyone today.

That was close. Imagine having to tell those people.

“Thanks for tell me about my hood”

Or punch me in face.

“Oh. I didn’t notice”

Or put the lint on me.

“That’s embarrassing! I wish someone told me sooner!”

Or flick dandruff in my face.

“Thanks for the advice”

Or demand that I better have kids

“Shoot! I did miss my stop. Thanks.”

Or shove me.

“I know it’s bad.”

Or give me a cigarette burn.

“I hope no one took my journal!”

Or tell me to mind my own business.

“My cat could’ve gotten away thank you!”

Or yell at me to get off their property.

“You saved our shovel, you said someone wanted to steal it?”

Or hit me with it.

“It was my grandfathers hat, it’s all I have”

Or ignore me.

“He was crying about his hat, thanks for find it”

Or I will see the child wearing it.

“Usually people cross the street when they see me”

Or call your gang and beat me up.

“No worries, good to know someone is looking out for us”

Or shove me the trunk and kidnap me.

Maybe it’s better to be silent.