I could be in Chicago or any city and the offbeat, funky, weird group always find me. I’m not saying they’re all always homeless, but, I mean, that could be one trend among the people who find me.
Years ago, I was walking in my neighborhood and after accidentally bumping in to a woman and saying “watch where you’re going” (it was a GIANT side walk), she literally almost kicked my ass in front of my guy friend. Like, got UP IN MY FACE and said she would do so.
Then, while riding on a bus back from Target, the bus was empty and I happened to be stuck between a man and woman screaming at each other, her saying they slept together, him saying they didn’t and her countering that “JESUS KNOWS.” Coincidentally, Jesus did not give us to sign to know if it was true. Jury is out.
I don’t know why this seems to happen, but it does. Everywhere.
The latest example was at a train station in Chicago. Me, on a Friday afternoon listening to music while coming home from doing errands, her, a woman waiting for the elevator on the platform as well to take us to the ground floor. It was a necessity for me with the boot. Her, I’m not sure why.
After a while of staring at me (again something I’m used to with this on), she says something to me.
Her: Wow, that [the boot] sucks.
Me: Yeah, that’s one word for it.
Her: How much longer do you have?
Me: Hoping only two more weeks, then transition out.
Note: This is usually where pleasant conversation ends w/most people asking about it. BUT NOT THIS TIME.
Her: You know, I’m just gonna give you a piece of advice.
Her: Use this time. Use this time to find out who your real friends and lovers are. Those who are with you on this journey. The rest, are just fluff. Let them go.
Me: …..okay? [Lovers? As in plural??? Like, more than one???]
Her: Use this time miss. It takes situations like this to tell you who your real friends and lovers are [Jesus here we go with the lovers thing again??? Who says that??]
At this point, I’m trying to get out the train station as quickly as I can because I do not want to hear the word “lovers” for the third time. Also, weird.
But she does have a point. Oddly, a point being made from a weird exchange w/a woman at a CTA station.
The boot has taught me a lot. And honestly, I’ve been a little disappointed in several of my close friends. Maybe my expectations are a little off, but yeah, they let me down. And it was a wake up call.
So now I’m just doing my thing, waiting for the next weird encounter with someone. It’s just a matter of time.