Lost Drifter
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100% True Weird Story...
Back in August, while out browsing a local bookstore, I was approached by a rough looking middle-aged man who claimed that he knew me. I had no idea who he was but despite telling him he had mistaken me for someone else he insisted that I was his friend Michael who had moved to Spain with Anna (either my wife or girlfriend I assume) but was now suddenly back home. Truth be told I was expecting a con, he would claim we were friends, share some tale of financial woe and expect me to give him money to make him go away but instead he reminisced of fun things we had done together, how we had married our childhood sweethearts and how he missed hanging out with me. I kept on telling him I wasn’t Michael but part of me wanted to be him and I felt sad for walking away after a few minutes.
During a cold November evening a woman approached me as I left the post office. It caught me off guard, she gently grabbed my arm as we passed and my confused look promoted her to explain that “It’s me, Samantha” which caused me to smile before I calmly explained she had me mistaken for someone else. No good, she insisted that we knew each other and from the way she held onto my arm and looked into my eyes ‘we’ must have been close. She was in her late-twenties, spoke quite well, and with a sadness in her voice asked why I hadn’t been in touch. Not knowing what to say I just pulled away, apologised and walked into the night feeling kind of confused.
So why am I posting this? Well tonight, as I was walking home from the supermarket, I noticed two teenage boys walking towards me. We were in an isolated alleyway and as I got ready for the worst one of the boys raised up his hands and begged me not to bully him again. Again I had no idea who these lads were and told them such but one of them apologised for their behaviour while the other promised “it won’t happen again Michael, please don’t hurt us” as I hurriedly walked away.
It seems then that I must look a lot like this Michael person, whoever he is, since his acquaintances confuse us in the dim evening light. I don’t have a split personality or sleep walk but I’m curious about this other me and the life he lives. I’m actually a bit on edge too since the middle-aged man and teenagers looked like shady characters. I don’t want to get caught up in any trouble.
You want to know something really weird though?
My parents originally wanted to call me Michael before picking my actual name.
Back in August, while out browsing a local bookstore, I was approached by a rough looking middle-aged man who claimed that he knew me. I had no idea who he was but despite telling him he had mistaken me for someone else he insisted that I was his friend Michael who had moved to Spain with Anna (either my wife or girlfriend I assume) but was now suddenly back home. Truth be told I was expecting a con, he would claim we were friends, share some tale of financial woe and expect me to give him money to make him go away but instead he reminisced of fun things we had done together, how we had married our childhood sweethearts and how he missed hanging out with me. I kept on telling him I wasn’t Michael but part of me wanted to be him and I felt sad for walking away after a few minutes.
During a cold November evening a woman approached me as I left the post office. It caught me off guard, she gently grabbed my arm as we passed and my confused look promoted her to explain that “It’s me, Samantha” which caused me to smile before I calmly explained she had me mistaken for someone else. No good, she insisted that we knew each other and from the way she held onto my arm and looked into my eyes ‘we’ must have been close. She was in her late-twenties, spoke quite well, and with a sadness in her voice asked why I hadn’t been in touch. Not knowing what to say I just pulled away, apologised and walked into the night feeling kind of confused.
So why am I posting this? Well tonight, as I was walking home from the supermarket, I noticed two teenage boys walking towards me. We were in an isolated alleyway and as I got ready for the worst one of the boys raised up his hands and begged me not to bully him again. Again I had no idea who these lads were and told them such but one of them apologised for their behaviour while the other promised “it won’t happen again Michael, please don’t hurt us” as I hurriedly walked away.
It seems then that I must look a lot like this Michael person, whoever he is, since his acquaintances confuse us in the dim evening light. I don’t have a split personality or sleep walk but I’m curious about this other me and the life he lives. I’m actually a bit on edge too since the middle-aged man and teenagers looked like shady characters. I don’t want to get caught up in any trouble.
You want to know something really weird though?
My parents originally wanted to call me Michael before picking my actual name.
