“Would you like some chicken wings?”
“Uh… yeah, actually.”

After she bagged the wings, she asked me, “And what about some potato wedges?”
“Yes… yes, those too…”

I had gone in there specifically to order chicken wings and potato wedges. How did she know this?

My best guess is that she’s seen me before, although, as I mentioned, I only go once every couple of months, so it’d be unlikely she’d remember what I ordered even if she did remember my face. Besides, I don’t think I’ve ever had her before, or at least not in any of the last several trips. That would be a long time to remember someone’s order.

My other best guess is that she was able to  tell where I was looking, in which case she has some scarily acute vision.

My personal favorite guess, though, is that she’s psychic and able to read my mind to determine what I want. And what better way for a company to ensure customer satisfaction than to staff psychic deli workers?

When the world became difficult and confusing, when things didn’t make sense, you were there to help me clear my head and figure things out. You helped me to see things as they really were.

And even though being with you sometimes gave me headaches, not being with you was so much worse. I don’t know how I would have made it without you. You, my dear, have helped me so much in my searching that I am unable to imagine a life without you.

…I’m speaking, of course, about my glasses, which I recently made the mistake of leaving out where the baby could reach them. They are now broken and being held together oh-so-stylishly with shipping tape. Where’s a welder when you need one…? I’m not even sure they can be fixed. Or at least, I don’t think they can be fixed and remain sturdy until my next appointment.

My poor, poor glasses. May they rest in peace.

Perhaps you thought I looked sad and wanted to smile at me to brighten my day.

Maybe you were excited to see a non-Amazonian, non-blonde white girl– a rarity in these parts.

Maybe you found me attractive. If this is the case, perhaps you should consider getting your eyes checked.

Most likely, you were staring off into space and I just happened to be in your way.

 Regardless of your reasons, the fact that I am still dwelling on a stranger staring at me during a red light shows just how much I need some form of social interaction. For once, I need to make the effort to speak to people outside of class, to actually try to let people get to know me. Isolating myself the way I have has not done me any good. The time has come for me to reconsider my life and how I want it to be.