I was walking over an intersection, a car slowes down and a guy sticks his head out and calls:"F**" after me, and then slowly drives on while giving me very nasty eyes.
This is a small thing and should not effect me....but it dose...at first......upset me. But not so much because of what he said, but because of the feeling behind what he said. It was not a boyish prank, or drunken slander. It was just hate, pure hate without reason, and for no logical reason at all, it was aimed at me.
Being very empathic did not really help the situation, but still I can't help but to feel sorry for the man (in retrospektiv mind you). I mean just imagen how much hate and fear you have to go on, before you actually feel forced to shout that kind of things to complet strengers, and actually feel the hatred in those words....at a complet strenger.
It gives me food for thought.........