I just had a very strange experience, and I want to tell somebody, but I don't want to tell my friends. So here goes.
Just an hour ago I was at Borders (bookstore), looking at poetry. There was this guy also in the poetry section. He was a lot older than me, probably like, 25 or something. I was standing next to him and I sort of thought to myself, "Wow, this guy is like, my soulmate. I wish I was older."
Then he says, "Do you like poetry?"
"Yeah." (scared out of my mind)
He takes a book by Pablo Neruda off the shelf. "Do you know Neruda?"
"Can you read Spanish?"
"Well, that helps." (smiles) "It's still nice though." He takes another book off the shelf. "Have you read anything by him?"
"Oh, um. No."
"I know he's a Nobel Prize winner, from Portugal. I've always been curious."
"Yeah, um. I've heard of him."
It was totally ridiculous. I was like, terrified. After chatting for a few minutes I sort of made my way down the shelf, and he went in the opposite direction, and then left after a little while. I felt sad and weird and displaced until I got home.
Yeah okay. So it's an entirely unremarkable experience, and there was no real reason for me to feel all sad and strange... I know that. But there you have it.
It was weird, because while he was talking to me I was so scared, I had no idea how to handle myself because he wasn't some dumb kid he was like, an adult, talking to me, about poetry. I just felt like I needed to get out of there. And then I did, and I wanted him to come back and talk to me again.
Okay. That's all I've got.