i think it's strange that nothing that strange has ever happened to me

Lol - I'm sure thats not true

well the most recent strange thing that has happened to me occurred while i was walking to the nearest streetcar stop near my home so i could get to class. and some man in a suit and ponytail was walking a bit in front of me and i wanted to pass him so i started walking faster and around and he turned to me and held out his hand which was holding a half-smoking cigarette and then he asked me if i wanted it.

w-t-f. what kind of normal person offers half smoked cigarettes to a stranger.

ps. i didn't look homeless either.

Weird. was it a " special" cigarette ?

After lunch one day, I walked in the front entrance of my workplace instead of the side (employee) entrance. The lobby was pretty crowded, so I had to kind of squeeze my way past clients. A large man stopped me and said something about my hair. I get comments about my hair from total strangers all the time, so this in itself wasn't odd. I told him "thank you" and started to walk away. He began to say something else -- I don't remember what -- when suddenly he grabbed the end of my hair and smelled it.

I managed to mumble something about having to get back to work and pretty much ran away.

lookpolish - That's mad ! Was he wasted?

^ewww! i would have been so scared if someone did that to me! what a perv/complete weirdo.
and i don't think it was a special cig but i didn't really inspect it. now that i think about it though it was definitely not special because i could smell it and it's part of the reason i didn't want to keep walking behind him.

I don't know.

Gah, I get the jibblies every time I think about that.

your story reminded me of this crazy guy i "met" on the bus. i unfortunately sat behind this man and the first thing he asks me is if i'm chinese, which i'm clearly not. and he kept going on about how i looked partly chinese and that my skin was very nice and pale. i got off before my actual stop just to get him to stop talking to me.

the strangest thing that has ever happened to me was that i found out I had a half sister when I was 30 years old. that is a very surreal thing to happen to you.

I think you two are weirdo magnets.

My friends think I make up these stories about what people say or do when they see my hair, but when they go places with me and witness it, I never hear the end of it.

I had an OBE a couple times.

hmmmm
mmmhmmmmm

hhhmmmm

My mind is blank.

seabass - Order of the British Empire ? Impressive

lookpolish - I think you need to change your shampoo to something more mundane.

You're right. L'Oreal Kids is too much for people to handle.

About 3 years ago i was walking out of a store with a friend (had just bought coke and junk food), and we waked by these 5-6 half drunk guys, and one of them comes towards me and says "hey dude! what's up" and then he hugs me in a very enthusiastically, friendly manner

I hug him back and after i look at him i hav no idea who the fuck he is, and then he starts asking me about how i've been, what i've been up to, school ans shit, and i thought he was drunk and confusing me for someone else, and then he asks me if i've seen "the weasel", and when i was thinking "yeah, he is confusing me for sure" he say "the weasel, gabriel bonilla" and i do know gabriel bonilla, so that freaks me out even more

With the gabriel reference there's only 1 guy i thought could be, but i had only seen him like 4 times in my life, we were never friends and he wasnt nice, and the last time i saw him was like 8 years before that night; also atthat time was when i fiirst let my hair grow long and was using a long long beard, even some of my highschool friends didnt recognize me if they saw me on the street

we talked for about ten minutes, i said i had to leave, we huged again, we told each other to take care, and parted ways

i've never seen him again and i still have no fucking clue who he was

oh man, that was long

oh and just to clarify those were straight men hugs, not cuddly, spooning hugs


i am a slut, but not that much

I witnessed a pretty gory car accident when I used to live in the Philippines. A van ran over a young girl, dragged her body to my front yard and crashed into the front of my house. It was pretty weird seeing a car crash into your place as you're having dinner.

Sounds like he was doing some drugs that make you want to cuddle. so far the conclusion would seem to be that we have strange experiences because of strange strangers.

Euwww....kcollantes. That must have been really surreal.

My dad thought that it was my older sister who got run over and he flipped the frack out.

Its still the only time I've ever seen my dad cry.

Today I saw about 50 deer all in one yard and 30 foot waves on Lake Superior. And all that was weird.

Now Moxy, you should have told me 50 deer were surfing on a 30 foot wave on lake Superior.

THAT would have been something.

I wish I could say that was the case but they were just eating. It was still weird. When's the last time you saw 50 deer at once?

British Annual Deer Convention. Once a year they get together and discuss grazing rights and the best way to avoid predators, that sort of thing.

usually I never have really strange dreams, but the other night I had a dream that my grandfather died (he's already dead) and we went to his funeral, and then after we took his bones out of his coffin, grinded them up, put the ashes or whatever in cheesecake, and then put it out for a potluck at my church, where everyone ate it.
I keep thinking about it, and for some reason it really disturbs me

I'm being annoyingly flippant. I have never seen 50 deer together before. did you take any photos?

Fiona - that IS weird. I'm sure it means something even if it's only that you have poor taste in cheesecake flavours.

i lived about three blocks from downtown and decided to walk to the bookstore. almost there, i stopped for a car to exit the parking lot. the guy asked me "you like drums and tuba?" (a band, and he said it like he was asking for directions) and i said yes (i was wearing a shirt that said drums and tuba). he then proceeded to tell me that ever since this band went mainstream their fans are incredibly annoying and stupid and as he goes on he starts yelling and getting really worked up. then he stops ranting, tells me they are playing in the next big city and drives off. he was wearing a business suit on a weekend.

most of my weird stories end up having to be categorized as creepy, drug-induced, or both. it is oddly difficult to think of a story that is only strange in a normal setting.

I think it might be because I just saw sweeny todd, and I also work at a cheesecake bakery.

I saw three red, glowing balls of light fly over a rooftop near my old house. I would have thought I had hallucinated them, but I was walking with my brother at the time and he saw them too... he actually shouted something to me and pointed them out. It was so surreal - they moved in the strangest way... hard to describe actually... weird little playful zigzags in the air as if they were alive. The directional changes were so quick they seemed to defy the laws of physics. My brain couldn't really slot what I had just seen into any rational explanation. I felt a weird vertiginous buzz of confusion for hours afterwards, and I still think about it sometimes. I guess I've concluded it must have been ball lightning, or some other weird weather phenomenon.

that's what happens when you take LSD and lay in front of traffic lights.

:P

Chelly - thats why you should always stick to wearing Threadless, you see.

once I smelled lookpolish's hair in a crowded lobby. I tried to smell ginetteginette's but she was too crafty.

This blog needed some UFOs... and for the record I was completely sober.

Lol @ Steve

opifan - did you catch Montos last blog re. UFO's ?

no... there was a UFO blog? Lol. I'll have to go look for it. I'm actually a skeptic at heart which makes me question my own observations.

I'll bring it up

Ha... I found it, but thanks. Interesting.

I was about 10 years old and walking home from school when this car pulled up alongside me, and this man said that his arm hurt, and would I help him stretch it by pulling on it. He told me that he would drive round the corner and park in an alleyway and I should meet him there. I said ok and when he drove off, I walked straight on and went home.

Strange, right? I mean, I was 10 - how the fuck was I going to help him fix his arm? Go see a fucking doctor, man.

Strange with bells on. Just a variation of do you want to back to my house and see my puppies. lucky you had the good sense @ ten to walk the other way.