coolhandlulu
Struttin' and stuntin'
Today it happened again!
A couple of months ago I went to the Target. Now, Target is a good twenty miles away from me. Thank God cuz Target ain’t trying to do my finances any favors. Anyways, this weirdo circles around me a couple of times. I’m aware but still in my Target headspace. You know, when everything in Target is calling to you. Anyways, the third time this doofus comes by me, he turns to me directly in my face and says, “ I like your hair. Its so pretty.”
I immediately have visions of me trapped in a well, looking up to find a basket being lowered down with lotion in it. A disembodied scream is being directed towards me. “It puts the lotion on its skin!!!”
I manage to stutter, “you can have hair like this too...it’s a wig.” He continues, “ its so nice. Its so pretty.” I thank him and make a mad dash to pay for my items. I’m looking for any vehicles following me all the way home.
And today...some random young man starts chatting me up. His banter went from joking to catastrophic illnesses to Jesus... He shed tears too. I cant even remember every thing he was saying because all I was thinking was...AGAIN? What do I look like, the weirdo whisperer? The Target lady sees all this and offers a consoling look, but doesn’t step in.
I go to the Walmart all the time and see so many of society rejects, but they politely keep their distance. Target is full of well adjusted people who look like they have meetings and engagements and 401ks, but it’s the dingleberries that seek me out.
Tell me I’m not alone or I’m gonna start thinking something is wrong with me.
A couple of months ago I went to the Target. Now, Target is a good twenty miles away from me. Thank God cuz Target ain’t trying to do my finances any favors. Anyways, this weirdo circles around me a couple of times. I’m aware but still in my Target headspace. You know, when everything in Target is calling to you. Anyways, the third time this doofus comes by me, he turns to me directly in my face and says, “ I like your hair. Its so pretty.”
I immediately have visions of me trapped in a well, looking up to find a basket being lowered down with lotion in it. A disembodied scream is being directed towards me. “It puts the lotion on its skin!!!”
I manage to stutter, “you can have hair like this too...it’s a wig.” He continues, “ its so nice. Its so pretty.” I thank him and make a mad dash to pay for my items. I’m looking for any vehicles following me all the way home.
And today...some random young man starts chatting me up. His banter went from joking to catastrophic illnesses to Jesus... He shed tears too. I cant even remember every thing he was saying because all I was thinking was...AGAIN? What do I look like, the weirdo whisperer? The Target lady sees all this and offers a consoling look, but doesn’t step in.
I go to the Walmart all the time and see so many of society rejects, but they politely keep their distance. Target is full of well adjusted people who look like they have meetings and engagements and 401ks, but it’s the dingleberries that seek me out.
Tell me I’m not alone or I’m gonna start thinking something is wrong with me.