Can You Believe It?

I am indifferent to midgets. I never thought there would be the day when I'd see a midget and not observe. No, they're not freakshows. And I hate that I am referring to midgets as "they" and "them" so maybe I am not so enlightened. But tonight, while leaving my train, I saw a woman who just happened to be a midget. And I looked at her like she was a normal person (weird!) and it wasn't until I processed how I actually didn't think anything of it that I realized that I have been conditioned by Manhattan to not take note of such things. I've most likely seen something to top it, or I have learned just to not care. Too much hustle and bustle. Not that not caring is necessarily a good thing, but I am saving this midget woman's feelings, aren't I? I didn't stare 0_0 and look at her as though she deserved to be stared at. I'm sure in the boonies she gets it enough. Rather, anywhere. And I was proud that I didn't care. But the fact that I am paying so much attention to it now makes me no better. So forget I said anything.