My dog Charlie - well, he's special. And by that, I mean the completely non-PC version of 'special' in that I joke he needs a helmet and a short bus.
I SAID I KNOW IT'S NOT PC. It's just that - he's kind of *stupid* and aren't dogs 'sposed to be wicked schmaht? <--Good Will Hunting ref.
Aside from being a dumb-ass (but! SO CUTE! LOOKA MY DOG!)
But aside from that, he seems to give off this vibe. Other dogs (both male and female) just sometimes HATE Charlie. It doesn't happen with Fiona - just this one poor Charlie Dawg. It's weird. And see, I think I do that too. I give off a vibe that some 'people' pick up on.
In video games, there are 'people' called NPCs. That stands for 'Non Playable Character' - they are there, and walking/standing around, but they are run by the game itself (the Matrix, if you will). They don't do anything but they will interact with you if you click on them, activate them. this guy is a fishing trainer, just hanging out at the end of a pier
Same with some of the beasts you have to fight - there you are, walking along a beautiful moonlit road like this
and if you go off just a little bit, *yikes* out comes some fantastical creature to smite you. You walked too close, see, and you triggered it into action.
So, all of this to explain how in MY life, some 'people' react to me like other dogs do to my Charlie. They sense my vibe. Some of them seem to just be there like the fishing trainer, empty until I interact but still harmless. And some are bat crap crazy enough that when I walk past them it triggers them to attack (usually mostly verbally, but it's been physical a coupla times in my life.)
Por ejemple: a coupla weeks ago, Jeff and I were walking back across the street from happy hour at Lazy Dog. There is a strip mall right across the street from us - Lazy Dog restaurant at the far end, and then as you walk closer to our house there's uh - a Trader Joe's, then Old Navy, then Marshall's - etc. We are holding hands walking past Marshall's and we get close to and then pass a big middle eastern man, loudly talking on what I believe is his Blue Tooth headset because I noticed him when we passed (I notice everything it's fucking exhausting) he didn't have a phone in his hands. He's wearing like, docker pants and a polo shirt, dressed like business casual Friday. As we passed him he was LOUD - but unclear, I couldn't understand what he was saying and I didn't care. I just *shrug* assumed he was one of those blustery LOUD big men, all 'looka me how important I am* etc. Jeff holds my hand a little tighter, cos this guy seemed volatile? Angry. LOUD. We get maybe 10 feet past? and I suddenly start understanding what he's talking about - like all of the sudden he starts speaking English instead of jibberish (what it sounded like to me, not Arabic and not that I would understand another language anyway, but at first it was like a radio coming in loud and NOT clear, like it wasn't tuned right) - something like 'change or you will die' or 'believe or you will die' and at that point my brain said 'wha...?' and a glanced at Jeff and he glanced at me and our eyebrows kinda raised up because, that's some conversation right there! We get another 15 feet maybe, the sound doesn't fade. Like, we aren't getting further away. I'm a bit boggled at this point, it's all LOUD and IF YOU DON'T CHANGE RELIGION YOUR BELIEFS YOU WILL DIE and I'm also getting irritated because I really really hate that shit - that talk very loudly so I seem important shit. We are about to cross the parking lot and I glance behind me and the guy has been following US and uh - HE IS YELLING AT US. I squeeze Jeff's hand and pull and we stop for a sec and Jeff looks back and our eyes just kinda bug out and we both kinda laugh the way you do when you're startled, and the big hairy loud middle eastern guys IS STILL LOOKING AT US and YELLING AT US.
We are across part of the parking lot by this time and I said HOLY CRAP and Jeff said WTF? and I said so much shit happens to me and he said well stop it! because it's a joke between us now that shit always happens around me.
Somehow, that guy, that normal looking business man, was (the way I see it in my woo woo glasses) an NPC. And just by walking by I triggered him into action, and it turns out he was reacting to me like I was Charlie Dawg.
I dunno man - weird shit just happens to me.