rude or curious?

I just got back from the supermarket and felt more comfortable with the stares and strange looks. It never does get familiar to be stared at. But because we are different, I will forever receive this treatment. The people aren't being mean...just curious. Their curiosity is refreshing in a world where intrigue has been usurped by "progress." The more I live here the more I desire to redefine progress. Is that a goal in which we should be striving? Joy in the simple is usually stripped with our desire to suceed and see things change.

There must be a balance in there somewhere...