Post by hygenisthygenist on Oct 22, 2016 21:57:18 GMT -4
It was Thursday, I believe, and I was hanging around the college after my classes were over. Some of my friends were sitting across from another group of people in the lounge area. In the other group, there was this gentleman I had had a few strange interactions with in the past. Some of them included:
1. He had claimed that he had Cherokee ancestors, and that he had inherited psychic powers from them. I laughed inwardly at that, and took my leave of him.
2. He was playing the guitar and singing loudly and badly in the lounge area. Other people were trying to study, so I did what any good man ought to do and heckled him. He ignored me, or so I thought. This latest interaction has made me re-think that, because he seemed to rather dislike me.
Anyway, so I sat down on the other side of the table. The weirdo-gentleman, who from now on I will call Psyrokee, got this odd look on his face. He said to the people he was sitting with "We should go outside." and begun to get up and hoist his backpack over his shoulder.
I am remarkably good-natured IRL, so I tried to make a joke at my own expense: "What, don't you like me?" I asked, with a smile. Psyrokee said, with a rather blank expression "it's not that I don't like you, you just give me bad vibes." I shrugged internally at this. I'd have no doubt left it there, had he not done some other things.
Psyrokee, clearly some new-age dumbass, had begun talking to a neopagan friend of mine. They talked about psychics and ghosts or some shit. I believe he reiterated his Cherokee story (dude don't even look Cherokee, just like a light-skinned African American). Now, I had recently got into digital art and was preparing to show my friend this almost sigil-like thing I made. So I pulled it up on my computer while Psyrokee was talking to her, and they were both preparing to head outside. So I showed her, and told her that I had jokingly called it "Self-Potrait" (because it looked rather like a face). Psyrokee, of course, had something to say about this.
"You say this looks like you? Imma tell you right now that it doesn't." He said this, looking rather agitated. I pressed for clarification. "You have a demonic entity attached to your aura."
What does one even say to that? Lacking an appropiate response, I said this:
"That can't be true, because I'm Jesus."
His agitation turned to anger here. "No you're not." Psyrokee said some things I forgot here, but my memory picks back up at "...and if you say that again, me and you are going to fight." At this point I was feeling rather belligerent, so I said to him "Then hit me." I tapped my cheek, which I had turned to face him. Psyrokee said, without a hint of irony "No, I'm not going to throw the first punch." So I tapped my cheek again and said "Come on, I'm asking for it."
He left with a look of disgust.
And that was the only notable thing to happen on that day.
(I felt like I ought to provide a disclaimer: I don't remember the exact things this dude said, so I took some poetic licence to get the gist of what I remember him saying across. My memory sucks at the best of times, lol)
1. He had claimed that he had Cherokee ancestors, and that he had inherited psychic powers from them. I laughed inwardly at that, and took my leave of him.
2. He was playing the guitar and singing loudly and badly in the lounge area. Other people were trying to study, so I did what any good man ought to do and heckled him. He ignored me, or so I thought. This latest interaction has made me re-think that, because he seemed to rather dislike me.
Anyway, so I sat down on the other side of the table. The weirdo-gentleman, who from now on I will call Psyrokee, got this odd look on his face. He said to the people he was sitting with "We should go outside." and begun to get up and hoist his backpack over his shoulder.
I am remarkably good-natured IRL, so I tried to make a joke at my own expense: "What, don't you like me?" I asked, with a smile. Psyrokee said, with a rather blank expression "it's not that I don't like you, you just give me bad vibes." I shrugged internally at this. I'd have no doubt left it there, had he not done some other things.
Psyrokee, clearly some new-age dumbass, had begun talking to a neopagan friend of mine. They talked about psychics and ghosts or some shit. I believe he reiterated his Cherokee story (dude don't even look Cherokee, just like a light-skinned African American). Now, I had recently got into digital art and was preparing to show my friend this almost sigil-like thing I made. So I pulled it up on my computer while Psyrokee was talking to her, and they were both preparing to head outside. So I showed her, and told her that I had jokingly called it "Self-Potrait" (because it looked rather like a face). Psyrokee, of course, had something to say about this.
"You say this looks like you? Imma tell you right now that it doesn't." He said this, looking rather agitated. I pressed for clarification. "You have a demonic entity attached to your aura."
What does one even say to that? Lacking an appropiate response, I said this:
"That can't be true, because I'm Jesus."
His agitation turned to anger here. "No you're not." Psyrokee said some things I forgot here, but my memory picks back up at "...and if you say that again, me and you are going to fight." At this point I was feeling rather belligerent, so I said to him "Then hit me." I tapped my cheek, which I had turned to face him. Psyrokee said, without a hint of irony "No, I'm not going to throw the first punch." So I tapped my cheek again and said "Come on, I'm asking for it."
He left with a look of disgust.
And that was the only notable thing to happen on that day.
(I felt like I ought to provide a disclaimer: I don't remember the exact things this dude said, so I took some poetic licence to get the gist of what I remember him saying across. My memory sucks at the best of times, lol)
