Spiritual Psycho
I think I should preface the story by telling you a little bit about myself. To start off, I have to admit that I’m not the friendliest person on the planet. I wouldn’t say I’m unfriendly. I’m a nice person, just not very warm and…well, friendly.
I was in college. I was walking home from campus when I heard a guy behind me compliment me on the blue streaks in my hair. My old self would have just turned around and given a quick and unaffected thanks, but my new self decided in that moment to be little more sincere and receptive in my response. After all, you can’t make friends being an ice queen, right? We struck up a conversation (about what I can’t remember), and he walked with me to my apartment. I left him at the gate, but before he left, he asked for my number, which I gave to him.
45 minutes later, I got a call from him. He admitted that he was checking to see if the number I gave him was legit. I can’t remember if we talked then or another time – all I remember is him asking me in a phone conversation if I was a spiritual person. When I asked what he meant by “spiritual,” he asked me if I believed in spirits. That’s all I remember because it was the only statement he made that made an impression on me.
That was basically the beginning and end of things. We never talked again. He never called. Or maybe I just never answered. I never bumped into him again. That was it.
Fast forward several months. I’m renting a room in a house. One afternoon, I’m reading the school newspaper, and there’s an article on the front page about the campus rapist who was caught. He broke into an apartment and assaulted a woman with a foreign object. Next to the article was guess who’s picture. Sure am glad I didn’t let him walk me to my apartment door!
