A Brief History

For as long as I can remember, I have been a freak magnet. By "freak magnet" I am referring to unstable people somehow gravitating to me or even running full speed at me, resulting in difficult situations. It is as if I have a neon sign floating above my head, that only certain people can see that says, well whatever they want it to say. Now understand, I am by no means making fun of the mentally ill here, only documenting my odd life experiences.  The range of "freak" I've had to deal with goes from classmates, ex's, individuals at a party or bar to random people on the street.  From stalking, to menacing to threats of physical harm.

You might be asking yourself, what about me or what I am I doing to cause or illicit this behavior? I am a typical, blend in with crowd kind of gal, unassuming with an honest face. Parents, authority figures and co-workers like me. I have a great batting record with job interviews. I treat everyone I interact with respect, honesty and assume first that I might have something to learn from them. I listen. I am polite. I am not a doormat.

Perhaps for "freaks" I illicit feelings of safety or even that I might be easy to manipulate? Typically the ugliness happens directly following me being nice to them and/or after they find I stand up for myself.

I have been stalked. I have been harassed. I have been flashed, so to speak. And as I am sure with many bloggers, a blog originates from a recent experience. So here I am, putting it out there and trying to grasp, why.