Our instincts

I have been thinking and talking a lot about our human instincts lately and I can’t help being fascinated by my inner voice who instantly pushes me toward some people and keeps me away from the others. Yes, the others I like to call them, because they are the ones who awaken some sort of a protective attitude. This evening was no exception.

“Were you born here?” the cab driver asked with an accent I had a hard time understanding. After a few seconds of silence I said “Yes, I was.” He turned to give back my credit card and went on “Let me guess, your mother is Asian, right?” I gave him a furious look, hoping he would back off. But he didn’t. Of course not. He had a strange, intimidating look in his eyes, while I couldn’t wait to get out of the cab. He made my Turkish blood run like crazy in my veins and I knew I could explode any moment if he gave a slight a sign of trying to touch me. I am so sure he would give it a try. Our short conversation didn’t matter, but my instincts made me regret getting in his cab the second I got in. His energy was enough to scare me.