I tend to wonder into bizarre situations. My life is full of them. Like the time I was standing in line at the grocery store and the lady behind me, impressed at how organized the little Amish woman in front of me was, yells out to her, "WOW, you are so organized. Man, look at me, I am the definition of a cluster F***"
Like all good stories start . . . . So there I was, sitting in the library, in a small study carrel, putting the final touches on an essay, when a face appeared on my screen. The face was a bit blurry but I could tell that someone was standing behind me. I kept typing. The face got closer and clearer. The person standing behind me was looking over my shoulder. She was looking at what I was typing. I slowly turned around. Her face was in my face. Startled, she apologized and then pointed to the folder beside my computer.
At this point in the story I should describe this women. She is most likely in her 70's, is wearing a long flowing hippie type bright blue skirt and a brown tank top. Around her neck hangs a wooden cross on wooden beads and she has on a boat hat with several pins displayed on it and Kenya written in big letter across the top.
Okay, back to the story. The woman points to my folder, which is a Beatles folder and begins to tell me about the first time she saw The Beatles on the Television. While she is telling me this story she is grabbing her skirt and twirling around and acting like the teen version of herself.
Now keep in my we are in the middle of the library during finals week. It is jam packed with students . . . trying to study.
I smiled at the woman and laughed along with her. She was rather hilarious and I enjoy spunky people! Then I went back to typing my essay and she went back to her study carrel, which was right beside mine.
When I finished up the essay I was typing and started packing up my things, my curiosity got the best of me. When the lady was telling me about seeing The Beatles on television for the first time she mentioned one of the oldest dorms on campus. I was curious about whether or not she was a graduate of Georgetown College. So I asked her! She said she was, which lead to my next question, "What are you doing here?" She was clearly working on something. She then says something so strange that I just had to ask more. "I'm here to leave my legacy!"
I know what you are thinking, "Jessica, stop, just stop and RUN." But that is not in my nature, I lean into flamboyant people. "So, what exactly is your legacy?" I ask her. She then goes into this long speech about how she is a world traveler and how she is a missionary of John the Baptist and the longer she talks the more convinced I am that she is a freakin' nut job.
Now, keep in mind, we are IN THE LIBRARY. Before I am able to sneak away she grabs me by the arm and offers a prayer over me, a prayer in which she LOUDLY declares God to send me visions.
Once again, keep in mind that we are IN THE LIBRARY during FINALS WEEK.
The lady was sweet in a crazy way. And YES, I do feel a little bad calling her crazy.
But I kinda think she is a little off her rocker. But maybe I am just bad at reading people. (i doubt it)
The moral of this story is this. Embrace the bizarre situations that you find yourself in, don't wish them away, lean into them. They make for great stories later. Life is only as dull as you allow it to be.