I've been called "creepy" in my life plenty of times, or occasionally someone will just say I'm an outright creep which, of course, isn't true. And there's times when I encounter or meet someone and I think they are a creep, only to find out later, once I've gotten to know them, that they are pretty decent people. So in the spirit of Christmas I wanted to mention someone in my life that I've recently learned isn't as creepy as I thought, despite my initial impression of them.
It's this older lady neighbor of mine. This past summer she was always hanging out outside the apartment complex, sitting at one of our patio tables, with her cat in a baby stroller. When I passed her I'd say hello and she'd point to the sky and say things like, "Jesus is such a great artist, isn't he?", implying that Jesus painted the sky blue, or whatever. I'd just humor her and say yeah, he sure is. She is always wearing skirts so I think she goes to some Mennonite church here in town. I didn't really think much of her until it started getting cold and I started noticing her constantly walking the hallways of my apartment complex. She would hang out in the lobby, walking in circles and muttering to herself, her baby stroller with the cat in it nearby. She also quit talking to me when I passed by, just gave me this piercing mean stare. I'd leave my apartment and start walking down the hall and I would look over my shoulder to see her staring at me from the lobby, looking like she wanted to kill me or put a curse on me, her long, gray unkempt hair sticking up all over. I started to think she was pissed at me because she could smell my cigarette smoke and I started wondering if she was going to rat me out.
But last week I passed her on my way to get my mail. She didn't say a word, just gave me a mean look and I was like, fuck it, and I said to her, "Is there something wrong?" To this her face softened and she gave me a sad look. She started telling me about how she has some pain in her legs that makes it impossible for her to sit down for very long and that is why she walks the halls all day and night. Then she started talking about how she has no friends, no family, and how bored she gets. She started telling me about how no one wants to talk to her. Well, I stood there listening to her sob story for awhile and, before you know it, I ended up going back in my apartment. I dug out my fucking checker board from the bottom of a bunch of dirty underwear in my closet and spent a couple hours playing checkers with this old whiny bitch. About every ten minutes she had to get up from her seat and walk around. At one point she was at the other end of the lobby when I said, "King Me!" because, you know, one of my checkers made it to the last row of the board, and this chick was all like, "Wait, I'm in so much pain, I don't know if I can get there to do it!" I was like, fucking walk over here KING ME, bitch! Hahahahaaaha. Yeah, and of course she's trying to get me to go to her church. I actually might one of these nights if I get bored enough, who knows? But yeah, I found out this woman wasn't really a creep or all that creepy, she's just some miserable old lady in alot of pain. I kind of enjoyed playing checkers with her and might do it again sometime.
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