By now everyone who reads probably understands that I very much enjoy social interaction, especially when they entertain me all throughout the day. So as I said before, my walk to school consists of like a 1.5 mile trek down the side of a dark and busy road and it's very difficult to see other people when walking and today was just extra creepy and hilarious.
As for the funny part, so I'm walking along and "texting" (when in reality I'm just staring at my phone playing with the calendar so I don't look sad and alone) and I hear quite the ruckus from the house I'm about to pass. The first thing I think is if I go right now can I make it across the road without getting hit by a car. I turn and look and of course there's a billion cars coming at me like flies to a bug zapper, so I continue hoping that I don't get caught up in whatever is going on around the corner. I turn the corner and I hear, what sounded like a screen door, open and shut, hard. I turn and before me stood probably the most loud and extra outfit I have ever seen, and please take into consideration that I have lived in Florida. This person, whom I still could not identify the gender, was wearing hot pink zebra print leggings, a hot pink lace top (at least they matched), and a hair piece that was so obviously NOT natural. Of course, though, they turned and met me dead in the eye and said, "Boi, is my weave on?". Now let me tell you it took everything in me to not pull out my phone and snap a picture but I couldn't make more of a skeptical of the situation. So I pulled from every acting tip I've ever been taught and imitated their preppy, white, teenage girl accent and responded "Girl, you be looking flame!" and with that walked away.
The next thing that happened would most certainly identify with either creepy, awkward, weird or hilarious. As I said, it is dark on my walk to school and so I like to entertain myself with playing with my phones calendar and talking to myself, and don't act like you don't do either of those things. Well I was doing both of these things, as it turns out, and I was passing one of the City Transit bus stops and looked up because I saw something, and of course it was a person, so I veered as far away I could get and avoided eye contact. The only problem was by that time he had already heard me talking to myself and stated, as I was already like 10 feet past him, "Having a nice conversation?". That's when I basically ran away with my tail between my legs, very embarrassed, and amused. You know something was funny when, first, you tell everyone, and secondly, you laugh at it every time you talk about it because you know only so many people are going to openly state "Oh, yeah! I do that too!". No the reaction I got was "You talk to yourself?", which is all that people seemed to actually get from my story. The moral of the story is, make sure to cut out the part that people can relate with you being any form of weird, odd or annoying.
As for the funny part, so I'm walking along and "texting" (when in reality I'm just staring at my phone playing with the calendar so I don't look sad and alone) and I hear quite the ruckus from the house I'm about to pass. The first thing I think is if I go right now can I make it across the road without getting hit by a car. I turn and look and of course there's a billion cars coming at me like flies to a bug zapper, so I continue hoping that I don't get caught up in whatever is going on around the corner. I turn the corner and I hear, what sounded like a screen door, open and shut, hard. I turn and before me stood probably the most loud and extra outfit I have ever seen, and please take into consideration that I have lived in Florida. This person, whom I still could not identify the gender, was wearing hot pink zebra print leggings, a hot pink lace top (at least they matched), and a hair piece that was so obviously NOT natural. Of course, though, they turned and met me dead in the eye and said, "Boi, is my weave on?". Now let me tell you it took everything in me to not pull out my phone and snap a picture but I couldn't make more of a skeptical of the situation. So I pulled from every acting tip I've ever been taught and imitated their preppy, white, teenage girl accent and responded "Girl, you be looking flame!" and with that walked away.
The next thing that happened would most certainly identify with either creepy, awkward, weird or hilarious. As I said, it is dark on my walk to school and so I like to entertain myself with playing with my phones calendar and talking to myself, and don't act like you don't do either of those things. Well I was doing both of these things, as it turns out, and I was passing one of the City Transit bus stops and looked up because I saw something, and of course it was a person, so I veered as far away I could get and avoided eye contact. The only problem was by that time he had already heard me talking to myself and stated, as I was already like 10 feet past him, "Having a nice conversation?". That's when I basically ran away with my tail between my legs, very embarrassed, and amused. You know something was funny when, first, you tell everyone, and secondly, you laugh at it every time you talk about it because you know only so many people are going to openly state "Oh, yeah! I do that too!". No the reaction I got was "You talk to yourself?", which is all that people seemed to actually get from my story. The moral of the story is, make sure to cut out the part that people can relate with you being any form of weird, odd or annoying.
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