I am a racial profiler...

So I'm unemployed..and really fine with that. Which is awkward, but anyway, but I now have all this time to look at myself. And today I've decided this is what I don't like.
On Tuesday, when I was flying home from a very fun Easter in New York, I almost had a heart attack in my seat. Not because anyone did anything particularly scary, but because I am a racist. Right as we begin to take off, our front tires have left the ground and the back is about to let go...the Arabic gentleman( I'm not sure which country or nationality becuase I'm an ugly American) behind me begins to sing. Because I am an ugly American that does not speak any arabic language, I am pretty sure he is singing his final prayers before he becomes a martyr for his cause. (We are flying out of New York after all)....But no...I am still alive. It turns out the passenger next to him was a little weirded out as well and so the arabic gentleman explained that he is a nervous flyer and singing calms his nerves.
While I am glad he has found a way to calm his fear of flying...I almost wet myself. Singing shouldn't be scary. Singing in another language shouldn't be scary. I really need to work on not putting people into boxes just because I have a little mind and an over active imagination.

So to the man sitting behind me on the 7:00 Airtran flight out of LaGuardia...it was a very nice song, and I'm sorry I didn't appreciate it more at the time.