UNWANTED OPINIONS LOL!!!!

funny chain of events happen this evening. as i sat alone in the bistro eating my sandwich. i see an older caucasian woman walk through the door. orders her meal. walks over to where im seated. politely asks if the seat next to mine is taken. i reply no. she sits down and eats. she then proceeds to tap me on my shoulder, and began asking me questions. like my name. my age. being the person i am i answer. casually making conversation. she seemed like a sweet older lady. but then her true intentions were revealed. she started asking me about my ears. piercings. whether or not i was tattooed or thinking of getting inked. which are not uncommon questions. i understand curiosity gets the best of people. i dont mind. then without notice she shoots off into a rant. in a calm voice she begins telling me ive mutilated by body. that my parents must be sickened by my appearance. she knows what im about, and has seen my kind. i need to find religion and a good therapist. so on and so forth. LMFAO!!!! all while im eating my roast beef sandwich. WHICH WAS DELICIOUS MAY I ADD!!! i nod every couple of minutes. pretending i care as to what shes speaking of. i finish my sandwich. look over and ask if shes finished. she nods in silence. i take a deep breath........looked over at her with hate in my eyes. but i decided to keep cool, calm, and collected. i proceeded to ask her as to why her assumptions are so negative. she gave no response. i say that her opinions are just that....HERS!!! please keep them that way, unless requested. that she in fact does not know who i am, or what im about. BECAUSE I AM STILL FIGURING THOSE TWO OUT. her assumptions were in no way, shape, or form remotely true. they were based purely on stereotypical biases carried on from prior generations. i am in no need of any psychological evaluation. it is easy to point out the flaws in others, but takes courage to see them in yourself. that she was in desperate need of humility. im not perfect. but perfection is a myth. it is a insurmountable fairytale. that i was indeed not a drug addict, sexual predator, or lunatic. she looks at me with a blank stare. i assumed she expecting a violent outburst of profanity and nonsense (which i thought about). but would not let get dig her claws under my skin. she just nods her head and gently strolls out of the fine establishment. what a dinner date. WHAT EVER HAPPEN TO WINE AND DINE. MAYBE SOME ACTION. ha. moral of the story is....having opinions is fine. but you cannot proceed to try and force feed them down peoples throats. remember that your opinions are just that...YOURS!!! does not make them right. does not make them wrong. they are just unwanted.