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[oyceter]

Horribly sleepy today... Mom is sleeping here and so the occupation of the bed was strange and unusual, thus woke up about half a million times. For once, not my fault I'm tired, seeing as how I normally do this to myself by reading until an ungodly hour of the morning.

I think either lack of sleep has made me hallucinate or strange forces have converged in the universe, because I swear, I'm being stalked. On my walk back to the store from lunch, one guy says hi to me, by my name. I don't recognize him at all, but assume he's a regular at the bookstore. Then this other guy starts walking next to me and saying stuff like hi, nice to meet you. I have an awful head for faces, so I figure maybe he's a regular too. Then he starts asking me things like where I live, am I still in school, how old am I, and... where do I work? At which point I figure out this is just some random person off the street and begin freaking out. Luckily, the store is a few feet away and I quickly duck in. He also asked if I was single, and if I were more awake and actually processing, I would have said a resounding NO to. Unfortunately, brain was so muddled that it took me about a minute just to figure out what he was saying. So was I being picked up? Do people just randomly do that to people walking on the sidewalk? If they do, I don't like it. Of course, I am also highly insular and antisocial.

Anyhow, that was strange encounter 1. Then later on in the day, I headed over to the bathroom and happened to see this guy standing around the comic book section. I'm in the stall, and I hear someone come in and make funny shuffly noises. Except, no one has come into either stall next to me, so I figure they are primping or who knows what. Then these shoes appear in the stall next to me, then walk out again, at which point I am very confused. So I peak out the crack in the stall and it's the same guy I saw at the comic book section. What was he doing in there? He shuffles around a little more and thankfully leaves. At this point, I am highly confused and very paranoid, so when I see him hanging around close outside the bathroom door, I hide out in the processing room for a bit.

Seriously though. What was he doing?

Too tired to catch up on entries... may miss Angel tonight because mom is here =(.

Comments

[angeyja.livejournal.com]

Oyce... carry mace or something 'K? On you, not in your purse.

Not normal. And was the guy in the store the same as the guy on the street? You've got me worrying out here on the east coast, now.

[oyceter]

*nods* The guy in the bathroom wasn't the same as the guy from the street, thankfully, or I would have totally flipped out. Think mace might be a good idea regardless though...

Agree with Aliera

[masqthephlsphr.livejournal.com]

A guy coming up and talking to you on the street might just be a friendly (if overly forward) pick-up. But when he's asking you very personal questions, that's crossing boundaries. And the bathroom thing not only crosses boundaries, it's a big flashing warning sign (I mean, I assume this was the ladies' room?)

You need to tell people you trust about this.

Re: Agree with Aliera

[oyceter]

Yeah, not same guy. But definitely keeping a lookout for the guy who was in the bathroom because that was the creepiest thing ever. Well, not ever, obviously, but in my life.

Have told the boy already... probably should give a heads up to the people at the store if they see strange people lurking around.

Ugh.

Re: Agree with Aliera

[masqthephlsphr.livejournal.com]

probably should give a heads up to the people at the store if they see strange people lurking around.

Your boss, for starters, or whoever runs the bookstore. And the people situated to see the customers that come in.

Good luck with this.

Re: Agree with Aliera

[oyceter]

Thanks... will be careful when I head back to work tomorrow. Luckily I'll be behind the buying counter all day, where the owners will be as well.