As I was traveling down a country road, I passed an Amish cart. I waved.
He didn't wave back.
Isn't it funny how something so automatic for farm girls like me isn't accepted? I smirked.
But then I got to thinking...sadly, is he thinking about my culture as I'm thinking about his as we pass on the road?
Is he allowed to think like that or does he automatically shut out the other half of the world?
Soon, I passed an Amish boy riding a bike with a basket. It was an old bike, maybe 1920s. That bike was probably an antique.
Did he know that? Did he appreciate it?
I wonder what would have happened if I got out, pushed him off the bike and stole it. Not really.
Isn't that screwed up?
Then I thought how many people think twisted shit like that as they pass each other on the road.
No wonder our world is so messed up.
After I scolded myself for having naughty thoughts, I started to think about the Amish way of life. I don't know if I could do it. I especially couldn't date any of those boys with the Jerry curls...or whatever they are called.