I decided to start telling the tales I have of the weird stuff I have that happens to me. I'll start with the ongoing weirdness of the bobby pins.
For the last 3 months or so I have been finding a random bobby pin just about every single time I go for a walk. The first one I just noticed and probably thought 'huh' and I kept walking. The next day I saw another one, this time in the elevator. And I remember thinking 'hey! another bobby pin!'. Then the third one I was with Jeff and I made him look at it and he said something profound like 'we are in the middle of the street woman keep walking!'
It wasn't until like 6th one that I started picking them up. It was getting ridiculous and it was the first weird thing (in a long line of weird things) that I had something tangible to show.
I now have this pile of abandoned bobby pins:
I've lost some, because while I'm walking for exercise I attach them to my sleeve and they fall off sometimes. It's a bummer that I don't have ALL of them, because that would have made quite the impressive pile. I find them when I'm with Jeff, when I'm with France, when I'm with Mike, when I'm alone.
Today I was walking at Mission Bay and I was writing this blog post in my head. I was thinking hard about the pins and since I was thinking about it and LOOKING for one I figured (laughing) that I wasn't ever going to find another one now. Just then I looked down and bam.
I said 'woot!' and snapped a picture and kept walking and three steps later bam:
It's an unbent one, right there in the middle.
I took a couple more steps, and BAM:
Lying directly along the grass line, almost hidden, center of picture, above disgusting gum blob.
Now see - you can tell by the pictures that these pins are sometimes hidden and rather hard to see. I have no idea why my eyes are drawn directly to them. They are brown - they're meant to be unseen in your hair. Sidewalks aren't exactly swept clean of sticks, twigs and leaves. It's bizarre, is what it is. I'm also (usually!) looking at the scenery, illustrated here:
It's distracting and all, being at the beach or by a lake or, most especially, behind both dogs and being yanked and pulled in two different directions. Something always draws my eye directly to them.
Logically? Scientifically? OBECTIVELY? these things fall out of girls hair when they're walking/running and it's just a coincidence that I find them.
Which - hello stupid spirit from the other side. I need just a skosh more information please. For ME, bobby pins are a vintage item. I remember my DNA mother and her aunt, my Aunt Kay, using them. Both women are dead. If they are indeed the ones contacting me, I am not getting the fucking message. This is useless communication, unless they just want to say "hi, I'm here" in which case, I get a LOT of those kinds of things. Nice and all, but ultimately useless.
I know, I know - it's just trash and a coincidence and all that. But that's not the feeling I get from it. I'm certain I sound crazy pants - but there it is.
It's not the weirdest thing that has happened to me, but I thought I'd start with something small. Get you used to the fact that I'm just exactly that weird.