Sometimes I wonder what it says about me, that my first impulse on those rare occasions when I see a truly obese person, I mean someone who’s absolutely gigantic….
…is to take their picture.
For the record, I never do.
But it is the first thought that enters my mind after, whoa. I realize this doesn’t make me seem like a good person! Perhaps it’s just because I fear that if I don’t curb my love for chocolate covered almonds, I could join their ranks one day. I’m really not sure. There isn’t a negative thought toward the person associated with this impulse. Not like, say, when I see a skinhead or a biker gang member. It’s just a flicker…and then I ignore it and go on with my day.