Magnet for crazy

Throughout the week I always can’t wait for Friday so I can get some peace. Then the weekend is filled with hatred when I try to go outside and enjoy myself because there is some kill joy draining the life out of the fun I am having. They do this by usually interrupting my personal space and once they see they have my attention these invaders think it is alright to start a conversation with me. A conversation that numbs the mind, most of the time it’s about the weather or how nice “it is” I am not trying to say I am antisocial, but bitch I was busy over here!!!!

Nothing works my nerve worse than that. I am in my own zone trying to get some shopping done for lunches throughout the week, and bamm I have an intruder invading my space.

 

  • “Oh, what’s that?” (people asking about the gelato in my basket)
  • “Is that good?”  (people asking about the “NEW” or newly released item in my basket that has signage that it is new)
  • “This is a nice store….” (not sure if that is a comment or question but obviously it is otherwise I would not be in it).

My point is, that when people are out and about, we know we may have to deal with people. But we would rather not be forced to, because someone else feels lonely or talkative. I am just not wired for the bullshit I guess, but I find this occurring more in Oak Park, IL than say downtown Chicago. It has happened to me in the South, but those individuals started a convo from a distance not by invading my space. Sometimes I just wonder if Oak Park, IL has the largest rude, and intrusive group of individuals residing in its boarders than any other municipality or maybe I am just a magnet for crazy?

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