Talk to me.

A man was walking by me at work today, but decided at the last minute to stop and just start talking.  Not about anything in particular, but just work and school and God and living pretty much paycheck to paycheck.  He was so intrigued about me and I don't know why.

It reminds me of the time a man followed me around Borders for half an hour.  He was creepy and no matter what section I was in, I couldn't lose him off my tail.  I decided to instead take a book and sit down in a crowded area where I would feel safe.  He walked up behind me, whispered in my ear, "136," and walked away.  The book I picked up was an IQ quiz book.  The number I got at the end was 136.

On a family vacation in New Mexico, my family walked into a rug and blanket shop.  The front of the shop had no windows and the only window on the door was covered by an oversized rug.  I stayed behind to look at the mountains and ended up going inside about 20 minutes later, following a different family.  Almost immediately a man walked up to me and pointed out my sister.  I confirmed.  He said that I play piano and violin - I did.  He said my sister will play soccer and that I will be famous.  Over ten years later, my sister Alex was born.  Once old enough, she enrolled in soccer.

People talk to me.  People tell me strange things.  I think I've become accustomed to it by now, but I still don't know what to make of it.  Should I believe in auras?  Or in fate?  I think that's a discussion for another day.