I was standing at my bus stop this morning listening to my headphones when this older guy comes up to me and starts talking. He was saying how the last time he saw me, I was reading The Brethren and wearing a short jean skirt. I do own and love a jean skirt, and yes, I did read The Brethren, but it was fucking 8 months ago! Why does this guy remember tiny details that happened months ago?! Then he starts asking me my name, where I work, just kinda more personal than I'm used to while waiting for the bus. I should hire a bodyguard to protect me from the potential stalker, yes?