I was walking toward the bus stop this evening, coming home from work. I work downtown, so it’s not unusual to run in to people from work or from the various offices and businesses nearby that I frequent.
So… do you ever have that connection with someone where you wished that you had said something to them? And I don’t mean in a romantic capacity or anything like that. I mean, in a “Now it’s going to bother the hell out of me” way. I’ll explain.
As I was walking home, this girl walking toward me, probably mid-twenties, looks at me. And stares. And keeps staring. Now, she’s not looking at me in a “I want to jump your bones” kind of way. She was staring at me in a “You look like my dead brother” kind of way. I walk past, trying my hardest to look like I’m doing something important on my cell phone.
I casually glance back as I’m rounding the corner on Madison street, and she’s still watching me as I go. Standing there. Seriously.
If she’s someone from my past, I have no idea who she was. Her face wasn’t familiar, and I’m at the very least good with faces. I just can’t help but wonder what the hell was going on that she felt she had to stop and stand there, and watch me as I went by. Of course, it’s equally possible that I’m just losing my mind, too.
Man, life is weird sometimes.