It’s Been 9 Days
November 15, 2008 | Me,NaBloPoMo,trips down amnesia lane
since my last (and first) confession.
It seemed to do you as much good as me (and I don’t think any of you left me for good over it, right?). RIGHT?
Here’s my next confession:
When I was little (maybe 7 or 8), I remember riding home in the back of my parents’ car and looking out the window to the right. In the lane next to our car was a rusty sedan with a full backseat. I could tell three kids sat in the back, but I could only see the boy in the window next to our car.
Then, what I can only describe as a wolf boy leaned forward from the middle seat and looked right at me before sitting back quickly. He didn’t look quite this hairy, dark or old — he seemed more my age, but it all happened so quickly.
I sat shocked, mouth open in the car, as his car pulled ahead of ours. I never saw that car nor that wolf boy again, but I swear on everything I hold dear that I saw a boy afflicted with hypertrichosis and no, it wasn’t Teen Effing Wolf. I think that came out years later.
Does anyone else have weird shit like this happen to them, that you SWEAR happened but you’re kind of scared to admit it because you know others will think you’re crazy?
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November 16th, 2008 at 12:44 pm, Ree Says:
I can’t think of any right off the top of my head, but I sometimes read a book and think, “That happened to me, too!”, and figure no one would believe me.
November 16th, 2008 at 1:17 pm, Sallyacious Says:
You know, I’m sure they do, because I can remember having some of those “no one would believe me!” thoughts, but I can’t for the life of me recall the experiences themselves. I suspect, though, that those moments for me are more frequently of the “I just did a really stupid thing and got a hilarious result and now I can’t explain why I’m laughing because no on will believe me” variety.
November 16th, 2008 at 4:47 pm, Britt Says:
Yesterday I saw an old gentleman in front of Old Navy who was wearing a lace top with gigantic fake boobs, a skirt, red knee highs, and penny loafers. He had a long white beard, a name tag, and a doo-rag.
I wasn’t sure what was going on.
November 16th, 2008 at 8:22 pm, Kristabella Says:
When I was in high school marching band, we would have band camp in the summer and they would be 12-14 hour days outside in the hot, humid August sun in Chicago.
One night, on the ride home, I was CONVINCED that I saw a man walking a LION on a leash. I was screaming at everyone else in the car “why is that man walking Dreyfus the lion (from local bank commercials)?”
Clearly I was hallucinating, which I realized when the car erupted in laughter. My one friend still brings it up.
This story of yours reminds me of the Pig Man episode of Seinfeld.
November 16th, 2008 at 8:49 pm, teachergirl Says:
One Sunday morning, as LawyerBoy and I were driving down Buford Highway on our way to church (or from, I don’t remember because I was about to be freaked out of my mind) we saw a man running stark naked across the 8 lanes (or however many lanes there were at the time). We just yelled and laughed and screamed at each other – we couldn’t believe our eyes – and trust me, this was a middle aged, pot bellied grey haired gentleman – a sight to behold. And the funny thing? He resembled a guy who went to church with us. I was just glad I wasn’t alone because NO ONE would believe it if I was telling it.
November 16th, 2008 at 9:34 pm, Poodle Says:
2 things to share (weird ‘cuz I don’t share easily):
1) While at the doctor for the umpteeth ear infection I had as a little kid, they flushed my ears out. I remember this vividly as the doctor putting some warm liquid in one ear and it came out the other ear. My mom will not corroborate this story.
2) One morning about 2 years ago, I crossed the high bridge in the misty morning rain. I drove by a woman in her 50s with dark dark hair wearing a prom-like floor-length black dress with a sash across her chest (like a beauty pageant contestant). Maybe a tiara too. The fog and the far-away look on her face made it all the more bizarre. It was freaky and I know it was true but I don’t think I ever told anyone.
November 17th, 2008 at 11:13 am, May Says:
I have a vivid memory from when I was about 4 of finding a dead leprechaun in our backyard. He was about 12″ tall, had striped green & white socks, and looked like a cat got him. I ran & got my mom to show her, but she couldn’t see him. BECAUSE SHE DIDN’T BELIEVE!
(Was this a dream? I don’t know, probably, but it left a big impression cause I still remember it…)
November 21st, 2008 at 4:10 pm, Rachel Says:
Um, no. you’re weird.