So, I'm at the bus stop, waiting for bus No. 50 to take me home from the University struggling to keep my eyes open when I see a cute English girl approaching alongside with a dark-skinned guy. He was not black but rather Indian-looking. "I thought the English are only friendly with the foreigners when drunk..." I thought humorously, and went back to reading METRO about the sporting activities last night.
The bus was -quite surprisingly- a couple of minutes late according to my cell-phones clock and so I raised my eyes to waiting to see the double-lorry coming. Not only did I not see the bus, but what I saw, took me by surprise. Instead of seeing a furious bus running, trying to catch up with the timetable on the bus stops, I saw the English girl kissing that guy. I thought I was more open-minded than that, but I took a better look to make sure this Indian-looking guy was not white-colored. Whenever I think about my reaction, I go mad about myself. I actually had to walk closer to the couple in love to hear his accent and either put his in the "Locals" group (that is English) or the "Rest of the world" group. I didn't find out just because when I realized what I was doing I stepped back and -honestly- tried not to bang my head on the wall because of how short-minded I was.
When I was back home, I never considered myself a racist, but on the other hand, I never experienced a similar event. I guess that it is natural for someone to recognize what's different, and maybe even be afraid or intimidated by that. It is one's option either to do something, or close within one's self and build up on that.

Something more joyful.

I did my finances last night. Since I'm having a lot of guests visiting me on October, I, from now on, am on a strict 6.5 pounds per day budget. If you subtract the tickets to/from University, we are down on a 4 pounds per day. Given that I have also set a 20 pounds per week budget for groceries, it's 4 pounds for candies or beers. Even though I am a huge fan of sweets, I think I'll go with the beer. Which means that I am allowed to have 1 pint and a half per day on average. It's football nights tonight and tomorrow, so I think I'll start cutting beers from Thursday. What about Fridays and Saturdays? Hmmm... Well... I guess a 10 pounds shopping per week won't let me starving....