Wednesday, April 28, 2010

It All Started With Loving Emos.....

I met the weirdest person I have ever come across on Monday. I was having coffee with my two favorite people and they were joking around about me being emo (which I don't understand because I listen to metal, not emo music, and I'm probably the happiest person on the face of the planet.) so as I joke i grabbed on of my friend's arm and wrote "I heart emos" in pen. Then this random lady walks up and commented on our activities saying "Aw, are you guys writing on each other? How cute!" to which I laughed uncomfortably and replied "Yeah.". Then she informed me that if I wanted to continue to draw on people she would let me draw on her. Okay, I really had no idea how to respond to this. So I, of course, continued to smile and laugh uncomfortably. She continued to figure out what she wanted me to write on her and decided to go with "I am a dangerous woman." and changed it to "I am a mom, beware." (I feel sorry for her children) and with a sudden change in interest asked us if we were college students. One of my friends, Tyler, is so he informed her that he was but Christina and I were High School Seniors. She then asked what he was majoring in and he replied health and exercise sciences. I guess this really excited her because she went on a five minute rant about how are bodies are like "machines" and we need to "fuel, exercise, oil, and lubricate" them. After her rant, she came to the other side of the table to ask me what I was going to major in. She leaned down and came uncomfortably close to my face and exclaimed "Hello, big eyes! Where did you get those!". I don't know how these situations find me but I had no earthly idea how to respond. I thought it was obvious where a person got their eyes. My first idea was to say "Wall Mart, actually." but all I wanted was for her to leave me alone and let me get back to my coffee and that would be rude and I figured she would talk to me more if I said that. "Uhhhhhhhh.... I don't know....." was my response. She shot me an unsatisfied look "You just don't know where you are in life! I'll tell you. You're in Durango, Colorado in the United States. If I knew the geographical points I would tell you." I looked at Christina. What did she want from me?! Changing the subject again she asked me what my intended major is I told her I want to be a doctor so I was going into pre-med with a major in biology. "Oh, you're a healer!" turning to Christina and asked the same question "Mechanical Engineering." she replied with a polite smile. I forgot what she said to Christina after. I was just so glad the attention was taken off of myself so I could regain my composure I didn't pay attention to her response. Turning the attention back to me, she exclaimed:

"Oh! I know what I want you to draw on me! The peace sign!"

"Ummm... okay. But I'm not the best artist..."

"Don't ever let anyone tell you you're not a good artist! Art is subjective! Do you need something to go by? I have a piece sign sticker in my pocket."

She whipped out the sticker and handed it to me and I continued to draw a piece sign on the back of her hand. She thanked me and asked if I wanted to keep the sticker as payment (apparently she thinks I'm a professional tattoo artist) and I told her to keep it for someone else. She began walk out of the door right before she traveled through she turned back to us and said something like "Be blessed, be conquerers, and change the world." then finally walked through the door.

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