On the bus right now, and in front of me sits a middle aged guy with his body full of tattoos, and in front of him, sits an old lady with a serious skin condition. And then right behind them, there’s me, plugged in, reflecting.

And then I found myself awestruck at the guy with the tattoos. And I admire the woman’s courage for going out in public. They both know there will be eyes judging and stereotypes will be associated with them.

The truth is, everyone is susceptible to any kind of judgement and stereotype. Wouldn’t it be astonishing if we all didn’t really judge?

What a bus ride.