There is something strange going on lately and I don’t know what is causing it. It’s the fifth or sixth time now (within a month, maybe month and a half) that I have a weird encounter with a totally unknown person who will start behaving in a really odd way the moment they lay eyes upon me.
It all started one Sunday morning, when I was out trying to find a suitable crossroads to dispose of some offerings and other stuff that needed proper disposal. I had walked a few blocks from my apartment (mainly because it’s a busy area and I was walking until I could find a spot with no pedestrians for a moment or two so that I wouldn’t draw attention to myself). I wasn’t really in the best of moods, and I looked like a mess: unwashed hair and wearing the most unattractive clothes I probably have in my wardrobe just because they were the first thing I grabbed when I reached inside for clothes.