Sunday, April 03, 2005
People creep me out.
Case in point: a few weeks ago at work a red-headed boy I handed food to struck up a small conversation with me, the icebreaker for which being he had seen me around the language building (wherein lies four of my five classes; I live there) and wanted to know my major. So I told him, and I gave him his chicken strips, but I could tell he had a desire to continue, simply finding nothing else to say.
People who speak to me for longer than is absolutely necessary (especially when I am at work) aggravate my mind in no small way, because I sometimes cannot discern between whether they might be genuinely friendly or genuinely looking-for-a-new-stalk-victim.
Friday afternoon after my last class I felt exhausted, went to my room, and napped through the meeting about selling credit cards as a fundraising scheme for the honors society. Upon waking I went to the library to conduct some recreational research, then sat looking over notes at the campus Starbucks. Afterward I journeyed west toward my dorm, and encountered along the way the red-head, who at first I did not recognize from anyplace. Upon spotting me, he caught up (in a few strides, for he is tall-ish) and asked, 'Hey, do you live in Coleman?'
This I responded to with, 'Why?' After all, I would like to avoid being raped and/or murdered.
Looking at me now with slight trepidation, but keeping his voice confident, he said, 'No reason- I was striking convo.' Dadgummit, thought I, the kid is just being nice- a creep wouldn't have registered my reaction as odd.
In compensation I then asked, 'Oh... so, what are you up to?' He replied jovially, mentioning he was off to a weekend volleyball tournament out of town somewhere. We then parted paths, he heading toward the parking lot and I heading toward my room to bang my head against the wall.
People creep me out.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:04 PM]