Went to brunch on Whyte Avenue today and was walking around with Amanda and some friends. To make a long story short, I bought the wrong Mudvayne album which ticks me off, cuz I wanted any of them except for the one in particular I bought, and had a nice walk with Amanda & Co. in general. Later on, they went further on and I turned back to my car so I could get home and finish some work. On the way back, while I'm waiting for a light to cross the street, a cute woman approaches, mid-twenties, about 5'10" to 6' tall, give or take. She had on this cute blue skirt and a pink tank top. Resembled Scarlett Johansson with her sunglasses on. I checked her out subtly, as I would anyone I thought cute, and she went on across the street as the light turned, at a much faster pace than I.
She had to wait at the next crossing due to the light change, and zipped off ahead of me again, looking back occasionally. I wasn't sure if it was at me or not.
Further on, after peering back a few times, she decides to wait and cross the street to the opposite side than I. I pay little attention, but she does occasionally look back at me.
A few blocks up, I need to cross to the side she crossed to cuz my car is parked up and over that way. I cross, again trailing behind her yet again. She keeps looking back at me, more obviously this time, and then skips through traffic to get back to the original side the street… presumably away from me. As I approach my car and she zips on quickly, on the other side of the street again, she obviously looks back at me a few times. Then I vanish from her sight as I turn towards my vehicle.
I mean, I don't particularly stand out relative to Whyte Avenue. I was wearing jeans, a cowboy shirt, and just a basic pair of slip-on Naot footwear. Albeit I have something of a fat mohawk currently, and my nails are painted black… I'm clean cut and showered. I had the CD in my hand, no shank or anything. It essentially made me feel like I was some serial rapist she'd seen in the media or something.
It was a really odd sensation. We see ourselves in relation to how others treat and react to us. This was a particularly odd occurrence, but not the first time. A majority of the time people tend to forget me until they've met me a few times. My friend Jeremy didn't believe me when I told him, but over time he's introduced me to a number of his acquaintances and with every new occasion he has to re-introduce me cuz they don't recall. I pay it no mind as I'm used to it. I actually find it interesting as my general attitude and appearance isn't exactly what would normally blend into the quiet background of a bunch of Sears catalogue rejects hanging out at Bible camp on the weekends. I take some pride in my aesthetic, sometimes. But consistently, people tend to forget meeting me.
Also, as I am totally ambivalent about children, not caring one way or the other, and animals. But for some reason, kids and animals fucking adore me. Kids have followed me around in stores, hiding behind things and, giggling, peering out around corners to look at me. Perhaps they do it to everyone and I just log it in my memory more often? And my roommates' cat, Arthur, doesn't like anyone else but upon moving in he took an immediate liking to me, follows me around, and likes to watch me go to the bathroom. He literally waits for me at the bathroom door if he sees me heading that way. In the past, other people's dogs have often liked me that were well-known for not being the friendliest animals. Perhaps it's cuz I'm a Sagittarius?
Does anyone else out there notice particular reactions to their person? It's one thing to get odd reactions after conversing, as ideas can aggrivate or inspire others. Especially with the occult. But has anyone noticed any sort of unusual reactions from strangers? I also have no idea what was running through this Scarlett Johansson lookalike's head, so perhaps she had been accosted in college by someone resembling me? I have no clue.