Post by Firestar on Dec 27, 2009 0:27:26 GMT -5
Well, it's about the end of the year. If any of y'all have some real life memories about 2009--funny or serious or just plain weird--and want to share them, you can place it here. I'm going to give y'all one of the most bizzare conversations I have ever had, what I can remember of it.
Setting: At the student center of the college where I was taking a class. I am waiting for my dad to get off work so we can go home. I am reading Twilight for the first time and wearing my Skillet shirt. A guy walks up. A weird looking guy with three tiny ponytails in his beard. He walks up to me, seeming to have noticed my shirt.
Guy: Hi.
Me: *clears throat, not having expected to be talked to* Uh...hi.
Guy: You like Skillet?
Me: Yeah, I love them. They're my favorite band.
Guy: Oh...they're okay. *sits down* Um, what's your name?
Me: *tells him*
Guy: Oh...My name's Brandon, by the way.
Me: Okay.
Brandon: So...what are you reading? *takes out a pencil and draws on the table*
Me: Um...It's Twilight.
Brandon: Oh. Twilight's pretty cool.
Me: Hmm...yeah, I guess.
Brandon: Um...what was your name again?
Me: *tells him again*
Brandon: Oh. My name's Brandon, in case you forgot. Um...how old are you?
Me: Seventeen.
Brandon: Oh. You're young...I'm nineteen. *pause* I have no idea why I just said you were young...So what else do you like to read?
Me: Well, I like to read the Bible. And for fiction I love to read the Eragon series.
Brandon: Oh...*looks down at his finished drawing. It's a pentagram. He nervously chuckles and starts erasing it* I don't know why I drew that...I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I used to worship Satan. Now I find myself drawing pentagrams everywhere.
Me: *stares a little incredulously and starts getting uncomfortable with the conversation*
Brandon: I don't do that anymore. I worship God now. I mean, I don't go to church or anything. I worship Him my own way.
Me: Uh...well, you know it might be good to be with some other believers to help you.
Brandon:...Yeah...*awkward silence* Um...I have mental issues.
Me: *blinks incomprehendingly for a moment*
Brandon: Yeah. I have a form of autism. And I have ADD. And I have OCD, which makes me kind of obsessive over things...
Me: O...kaaaaay...*another awkward silence*
Brandon: Um...do you drink or smoke or do drugs or anything bad like that?
Me: Uh, no.
Brandon: Oh...I used to smoke pot and drink. I don't do pot anymore. The only bad thing I do now is drink.
Me: Uuuuhhhh *wonders if I can find an excuse to leave*
Brandon: Um...can I have your number?
Me: *sputters out something unintelligible*
Brandon: It's okay if you don't.
Me: *sputters out a little longer before something understandable comes out* I'd really rather get to know someone a bit before I give them my number.
Brandon: Oh...okay. Well, I gotta go talk to someone now. *gets up* My name's Brandon, by the way.
Me: Okay...bye, Brandon. *the instant he walks away, I gather my stuff and charge out the door. I text my best friend during the drive home telling her I'm about to freak out at any moment*
So that's my story...my sister and I have concluded we attract strange weird dudes because we're too nice to them.
Setting: At the student center of the college where I was taking a class. I am waiting for my dad to get off work so we can go home. I am reading Twilight for the first time and wearing my Skillet shirt. A guy walks up. A weird looking guy with three tiny ponytails in his beard. He walks up to me, seeming to have noticed my shirt.
Guy: Hi.
Me: *clears throat, not having expected to be talked to* Uh...hi.
Guy: You like Skillet?
Me: Yeah, I love them. They're my favorite band.
Guy: Oh...they're okay. *sits down* Um, what's your name?
Me: *tells him*
Guy: Oh...My name's Brandon, by the way.
Me: Okay.
Brandon: So...what are you reading? *takes out a pencil and draws on the table*
Me: Um...It's Twilight.
Brandon: Oh. Twilight's pretty cool.
Me: Hmm...yeah, I guess.
Brandon: Um...what was your name again?
Me: *tells him again*
Brandon: Oh. My name's Brandon, in case you forgot. Um...how old are you?
Me: Seventeen.
Brandon: Oh. You're young...I'm nineteen. *pause* I have no idea why I just said you were young...So what else do you like to read?
Me: Well, I like to read the Bible. And for fiction I love to read the Eragon series.
Brandon: Oh...*looks down at his finished drawing. It's a pentagram. He nervously chuckles and starts erasing it* I don't know why I drew that...I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I used to worship Satan. Now I find myself drawing pentagrams everywhere.
Me: *stares a little incredulously and starts getting uncomfortable with the conversation*
Brandon: I don't do that anymore. I worship God now. I mean, I don't go to church or anything. I worship Him my own way.
Me: Uh...well, you know it might be good to be with some other believers to help you.
Brandon:...Yeah...*awkward silence* Um...I have mental issues.
Me: *blinks incomprehendingly for a moment*
Brandon: Yeah. I have a form of autism. And I have ADD. And I have OCD, which makes me kind of obsessive over things...
Me: O...kaaaaay...*another awkward silence*
Brandon: Um...do you drink or smoke or do drugs or anything bad like that?
Me: Uh, no.
Brandon: Oh...I used to smoke pot and drink. I don't do pot anymore. The only bad thing I do now is drink.
Me: Uuuuhhhh *wonders if I can find an excuse to leave*
Brandon: Um...can I have your number?
Me: *sputters out something unintelligible*
Brandon: It's okay if you don't.
Me: *sputters out a little longer before something understandable comes out* I'd really rather get to know someone a bit before I give them my number.
Brandon: Oh...okay. Well, I gotta go talk to someone now. *gets up* My name's Brandon, by the way.
Me: Okay...bye, Brandon. *the instant he walks away, I gather my stuff and charge out the door. I text my best friend during the drive home telling her I'm about to freak out at any moment*
So that's my story...my sister and I have concluded we attract strange weird dudes because we're too nice to them.