I am convinced of this. If there is a weirdo/creep/socially maladjusted person within 10 kilometres of me, they will find themselves drawn to me for some inexplicable reason.
And then stay there.
This isn't to say that I don't meet normal people, because I do. I know tons of them. But it seems that none of them have the freak-shows lining up in their lives.
It's just me.
So while I'm cruising along trying to figure out the 'purpose' of my life etc etc, I'm desperately avoiding even considering the fact that this could be it.
Maybe I'm the supposed to be the one that saves them from themselves, stays friends with them despite all their innumerable and oh-so-obvious problems, tell people that they're really not as strange as they appear to be (even though I know better)... you get the picture.
I want to be the one that has the normal people... so this run of luck had better take a turn for the better. To think that this will continue for the rest of my life... I shudder at the thought.
4 comments:
This post made me strangely self-conscious. :D
Please! You barely make the cut... yes,I know, can you just imagine the sort?!
Life can be a lot less interesting without a story to tell of the weird and sometimes creepy individual!!! From past experiences the stranger the person the more exiting the storey gets.
By the way.. love the posts.. when is the books coming out??
-- an 'interested' reader...
I have enough stories to last me a lifetime... I'd like the boring life now.
And thanks.
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