dear do i know you diary,
happens to me ALL the time. people flock up to me and ask, "is your name autumn? is your name lisa? is your name brenda? are you related to sidney?" twice, and once recently, some creepy shit has happened, a lady kept staring at me, (that part ain't creepy- people seem to stare at me all the time like i'm some kind of oddity or something- which ordinarily wont bother me) but there is a certain kind of stare that is different- a haunting stare that will pierce right through you- almost burn you when someone does it. finally i sat up straight, because i was sitting at the time, AT THE TEXAS ROADHOUSE (where ALL fun things seem to happen) and the lady eventually came over to my table, (like they seem to ALWAYS do.) i found the lady to be as sincere and nice of a person as anyone could be when she told me the brief heartbreaking story of her daughter and how she was killed by a drunk driver coming home from a sunday evening church service and how i looked just like her and had the same mannerisms and that is what made her watch me so intensely. she apologized if she'd made me feel uncomfortable and thanked me for giving her comfort in such a random and unexpected way. she said my laugh especially reminded her of her daughter and she'd thought of my laughter as music. i was touched by that lady and how creepy it was to be a ghost from someone's past. but maybe that girl was inside of me that day- just trying to say, "i love you," in some way- and maybe that is why everything seems so familiar.
happens to me ALL the time. people flock up to me and ask, "is your name autumn? is your name lisa? is your name brenda? are you related to sidney?" twice, and once recently, some creepy shit has happened, a lady kept staring at me, (that part ain't creepy- people seem to stare at me all the time like i'm some kind of oddity or something- which ordinarily wont bother me) but there is a certain kind of stare that is different- a haunting stare that will pierce right through you- almost burn you when someone does it. finally i sat up straight, because i was sitting at the time, AT THE TEXAS ROADHOUSE (where ALL fun things seem to happen) and the lady eventually came over to my table, (like they seem to ALWAYS do.) i found the lady to be as sincere and nice of a person as anyone could be when she told me the brief heartbreaking story of her daughter and how she was killed by a drunk driver coming home from a sunday evening church service and how i looked just like her and had the same mannerisms and that is what made her watch me so intensely. she apologized if she'd made me feel uncomfortable and thanked me for giving her comfort in such a random and unexpected way. she said my laugh especially reminded her of her daughter and she'd thought of my laughter as music. i was touched by that lady and how creepy it was to be a ghost from someone's past. but maybe that girl was inside of me that day- just trying to say, "i love you," in some way- and maybe that is why everything seems so familiar.
