Brainless Boys on Sacred Stairs

On our way down South with the group, we stopped at a small temple that was known for its beautiful paintings and sculptures, both Buddhist and Hindi. Kate and I were walking down the steps to the temple at the bottom of the hill. Now, mind you, we were dressed conservatively because we had known we were going to the temple. We had no makeup on, sleeved shirts, and long skirts. As we rounded the corner while walking down the steps, we encountered a group of teenage boys who were hanging out at the bottom of the steps, right next to the temple entrance. We usually would try to avoid a group of boys, because of all the horrid cat calling, but there was no other way to the temple entrance, and we figured they wouldn’t dare to say anything on sacred ground.
We were dead wrong. As we walked through the crowd, we got “hello”, “what’s your name?”, “hey beautiful ladies”, and many unnecessary faces. We gritted our teeth and bared it until we got inside. Then, I blew my top. I was furious. How dare they? And at a friggin’ TEMPLE? How dare they call themselves followers of Buddha! What hypocrisy and disrespect! We show more respect, and none of us are Buddhists. I wanted to go back out and shout at them and ask them what the Lord Buddha, or their families would say about their actions, but it was no use. It would have probably just provoked them more, if they could even understand enough English to get what I was saying, because they show no respect for white women. Apparently, because I am white, I am either a whore or a tourist. I need to punch some faces in. Maybe I can add bitch to that list. I think I like that option more than the other two. At least I have agency as a bitch.
Screw it – karma will get them in the end and they will be lucky if they are born any higher than snakes!