So. You know that one person that you see everywhere that you kind of know but aren't sure if they know you? To begin, you should probably know that I have a creepy memory. I remember scary things about people. And considering the small world that is the college I attend, I can make a connection to almost anyone I meet. My roommate complains that every time we're walking around, I'll point out someone and tell her a random detail about their lives that they may not even remember themselves. I'm a creep. So what?
Anyways, back to the story.
So there was this girl. She was in my freshman ward. Never spoke a word to each other. Sophomore year, she shows up in my Psychological Statistics class. I switch majors. Apparently she does too, because she also ends up in my Intro to ComD class second semester. Still, never spoke a word to each other. This year, she's in two of my classes and my ward again. Still... No words spoken. I know all of these things, but I always doubt that other people are as afflicted by creepy memories as I am. I convince myself that I am the most awkward person in the world. One day, I walk into the library. I sit down at a computer. The girl next to me turns to me. IT'S HER. We have this entire conversation about all of these things that I remembered that she did too. And she wasn't creeped out by me. We now wave to each other in class and at church. Seriously. Such a relief. The end.
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