I choose to keep my headphones on.
I choose to pretend to be asleep.
I choose to never ever look them in the eye.
I cross over the road.
I am invisible.
Please don't let them see me.
Please, please, please 'don't sit near me!'
Shit.
The weirdo is talking to me.
There have been too many to recall them all. The freaks and the weirdos, the odd balls and the killers, the lunatics or the just plain lonely. Their identities are, well, there for all to see. I've encountered many in that big ol' world. Now it's maybe time to encounter them online? The terms 'opening' and 'big bag of worms' spring to mind. My identity has been based on avoiding theirs.
Now it's time to embrace the freaks!!!
I'll tell you about a few. You may have come across them yourselves?
The man who threw his shoe at me. The woman who was covered in neon paint who threw chips at me whilst shouting at pigeons. 'Badrille' on the National Express coach who wanted to stay at my house and, 'We go to a Discotheque. I'll be your friend?' No Badrille, you will not!
And from my childhood, Market Dave who still to this day, holds up traffic with his rag and bone cart, swearing at buses and traffic lights.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/gingerman/32598478/
Some are a bit sinister, like the man on Abersoch beach who appeared from nowhere and asked me, 'What does your soul taste like?" And some actually brighten up dull days like the man who spends his days wishing every person on the 234 and in Tesco, 'The BEST of luck!"
My only consolation is that it's not just me that attracts them......is it?
Help me. Show me I'm not the only one. Show me your freaks and I'll show you mine.
Here's a sinister one JaneD encountered:
http://www.yellowbrickroad.net.au/more-pervy-creepiness-from-london-weirdos/
Here's a familiar one from oxford circus. he outfreaks hundreds of people all at once. Maybe all freaks and weirdos should be issued megaphones? ....maybe not.
So bring it on! Let's get FREEEEEAKYYYY!
