It was a peaceful stroll along the shore...until

A gentleman promoting a massage place approached me to ask if i would be interested in their services. I said “no” to everything he offered. When he got to the end of his list, he bid me a pleasant afternoon. I returned the same and took a few steps onward with my journey.

Just as I was about to take a picture of a lovely ocean scene as there were plenty that afternoon, a wiry, beach dwelling rasta faced me and loudly asked me

"What is it???? Are you afraid of Jamaicans or do you dislike or distrust Jamaicans? I see you walking alone everyday. You don’t talk to anybody. You don’t want anybody to talk to you. You always look angry and mean."

oh for heavens sake...scolded again??!?!!

He waved his arms like I was a hopeless case. Added how I like loneliness and being in a world full of people but living among them all alone.

"Go..." he roared and shooing me on..."Go continue on and enjoy your loneliness. Have lots of fun in your lonely world."

Okay, even if I did have my pepperspray tucked between my breasts, no matter how tempting it would have been to spritz him just to shut him up, I wouldn't because I guess I do look out of place walking that long stretch without a companion(s). The only people walking alone are moving vendors. But what I don’t understand is why being solo bothered him so much he went on a rant in like that in public.

I need shade and to compose myself. I needed the shade most of all.