Mar 24 2009
Weirdos Come Hither
“You encourage them just enough,” my friend, Alex, explains to me after she’s had to dismiss the 5th “scary” guy from my vicinity. She’s very good at being the witch in our duo. Thank God, or I’d probably be in a shallow grave by now. It seems whenever we go out, unhinged males seem to magnetize towards me. Okay, truly, it’s whenever I go out–in public. And often, it follows me home.
Are all of the males ax murderers? Of course not. Some are just odd. They range from awkward all the way up the gambit. Are some of them twisted enough to have their own biographies published after their crimes are discovered? Absolutely.
Here’s the problem. I’m generally optimistic. I find the bright spot and let that rule me. Usually that’s a decent philosophy. However, it seems that when interacting with others, naivete is just plain dangerous.
- I smile when people approach me. Even if I don’t find them all that interesting or attractive. Normal people smile back and keep going on their merry way. The others make a beeline for me with imagined thoughts of my radiating lust. Those are the weirdos.
- When people talk to me, I always address them back. Even if they say idiotic things. Even if something about them irritates me within the first 5 minutes. I should know better, but what’s the harm in being nice? (Sometimes it’s there.)
- I’m curious about people who think differently than me–generally the entire population. (Now if you think like me, I truly am interested.) Why do they do that? I like to pull their philosophies and reasoning out of them. Makes great research for writing. Also makes people think you are into them personally, I’m learning. (Wow, she’s hot, and she likes me. We have a connection.)
- I don’t want to hurt anyone. I avoid conflict. I avoid real issues. I’m deadly loyal & feel obligations towards others. I’m a guilt-ridden soul.
All of these things work together to cause me major issues. It’s a good thing I have that psychology degree. I need it. Maybe I should put it to use on me…
