Where my amazing
ability to draw in kooky people comes from, I don’t know, but it certainly has
made my life richer. Ok, I do know that when I only witness the oddness, the
skill comes from observing people around me…and a little voyeuristic listening
to their conversations. But it’s the times when they feel the need to speak to
me--that’s the gift from nowhere.
Last week, there was a woman on the tram creating a ruckus by shouting that her home is jail and that she wanted to stab two white men. She did not in fact stab anyone on the tram, just caused a scene and made everyone feel uncomfortable. I do want to say she was not talking to me but was on the other end of the tram.
A few days ago, I sat down in a food court for lunch, and the guy at the next table, who was missing multiple teeth, smiled and said hi, so I said hello back. A woman came through yelling to herself. The man turned to me, laughing, and said something about how she’s so crazy and always shouting. He proceeded to talk smack about her incomprehensibly.
A few days ago, I spoke with Rachel, a lavender-haired woman who was most likely on drugs and may or may not have been homeless.
Most of the day Monday, I watched free Adelaide Fringe shows at the mall, a venue for the artists performing at the Fringe to let people know what their show is about and to provide the public with some free entertainment. To fill time between acts, the host asked the audience if anyone had already seen or was going to see a Fringe show. Rachel, who had been watching all morning, too, said she won tickets to a show that night. I gave details about Confessions of a Control Freak.
After lunch break, I hear Rachel holler my name and look over thinking, ‘yay, this woman knows my name.’ She says her friend (can’t remember his name) went crazy and deleted his Facebook. “Oh, that’s too bad,” I replied.
Later that afternoon, she came and sat next to me and said she recognized me from our conversation the previous week. “When you were talking earlier, I said to myself ‘that’s Monica.’” We had never spoken before that day, but I wanted to see where it was going so I just went along with it.
She asked how long I’d been in Adelaide and whether I liked it. She’s been in Adelaide 12 years, but she doesn’t like it because her boyfriend broke up with her. And also because he stabbed her. She reiterated about her housemate who came home high, went crazy, and deleted his Facebook.
She told me she was trying to sell the tickets she had won for $20 because she had to work that night. It clearly said on the tickets that they were free, so I don’t know if she had any luck with that. She also said her auntie works at the Hilton and that she’s letting Rachel live there for free. I chose to believe the bit about the housemate over her living at the Hilton.
On Monday, I was sitting watching the shows at the mall when I feel poke on my shoulder blade. There's Rachel. "Oh, hi! how are you?" I asked. "Sore," she replied. "I got kicked out and had to sleep on the streets last night. That's why I have all my stuff with me." She pointed to a red suitcase. I didn't question her about living in the Hilton. She pointed out her new haircut, which was a little shorter with the sides shaved.
Anywho, whatever the reason these people talk to me, I guess I'll have to accept it.
Last week, there was a woman on the tram creating a ruckus by shouting that her home is jail and that she wanted to stab two white men. She did not in fact stab anyone on the tram, just caused a scene and made everyone feel uncomfortable. I do want to say she was not talking to me but was on the other end of the tram.
A few days ago, I sat down in a food court for lunch, and the guy at the next table, who was missing multiple teeth, smiled and said hi, so I said hello back. A woman came through yelling to herself. The man turned to me, laughing, and said something about how she’s so crazy and always shouting. He proceeded to talk smack about her incomprehensibly.
A few days ago, I spoke with Rachel, a lavender-haired woman who was most likely on drugs and may or may not have been homeless.
Most of the day Monday, I watched free Adelaide Fringe shows at the mall, a venue for the artists performing at the Fringe to let people know what their show is about and to provide the public with some free entertainment. To fill time between acts, the host asked the audience if anyone had already seen or was going to see a Fringe show. Rachel, who had been watching all morning, too, said she won tickets to a show that night. I gave details about Confessions of a Control Freak.
After lunch break, I hear Rachel holler my name and look over thinking, ‘yay, this woman knows my name.’ She says her friend (can’t remember his name) went crazy and deleted his Facebook. “Oh, that’s too bad,” I replied.
Later that afternoon, she came and sat next to me and said she recognized me from our conversation the previous week. “When you were talking earlier, I said to myself ‘that’s Monica.’” We had never spoken before that day, but I wanted to see where it was going so I just went along with it.
She asked how long I’d been in Adelaide and whether I liked it. She’s been in Adelaide 12 years, but she doesn’t like it because her boyfriend broke up with her. And also because he stabbed her. She reiterated about her housemate who came home high, went crazy, and deleted his Facebook.
She told me she was trying to sell the tickets she had won for $20 because she had to work that night. It clearly said on the tickets that they were free, so I don’t know if she had any luck with that. She also said her auntie works at the Hilton and that she’s letting Rachel live there for free. I chose to believe the bit about the housemate over her living at the Hilton.
On Monday, I was sitting watching the shows at the mall when I feel poke on my shoulder blade. There's Rachel. "Oh, hi! how are you?" I asked. "Sore," she replied. "I got kicked out and had to sleep on the streets last night. That's why I have all my stuff with me." She pointed to a red suitcase. I didn't question her about living in the Hilton. She pointed out her new haircut, which was a little shorter with the sides shaved.
Anywho, whatever the reason these people talk to me, I guess I'll have to accept it.
