Sad Girl, Waving
August 8, 2007
I know I’m not the only person who occassionally looks from side to side at stop lights. You know what I’m talking about. You’re at a standstill… waiting for the light to change… a car pulls up beside you… and instinctively you turn to look at it.
No harm, no foul, right?
Nine times out of ten the person in the other car doesn’t even notice. Occassionally they’ll look back. And every now and then you get the obnoxious smartass who thinks they’re the first person in the entire world clever enough to make a face or respond.
I glanced at a car that pulled up next to me today… but I didn’t see any of those people looking back at me.
Instead, a girl in the passenger seat was already looking my way as the car pulled up. What’s more… she looked like she was (or had just been) crying. The look on her face was quite startling - it was absolute sadness. And she was waving at me. Not a friendly “Hello there, fellow car person” wave… and not an empty pageant queen wave nor an overly-hyper cheerleader wave.
It was a slow, solem wave. The type you give to someone who’s leaving before you want them to. The type you give to someone when you just can’t think of anything comforting to say in an unpleasant situation.
And freaked the hell out of me.
I immediately turned away and started running scenarios through my head:
Was she the one leaving? Was the driver (another young female) kidnapping her and speeding her away through the middle of town during rush hour traffic to murder her somewhere? Was she being taken somewhere in a non-murdering capacity against her will?
Or was I the one leaving? Was she a prophet? Had she forseen something that I didn’t know about? I drove home very carefully.
As I sit here now I’m pretty sure there was no murder or prophecy motivating her wave. She was obviously upset about something and was probably just waving. But that didn’t stop my mind from going in a million different bizarre directions.
Which is funny… sorta. Why would I automattically assume that a sad girl waving at me meant doom and gloom? Why would I skip the rational (she’s just got some bad news… she’s had a bad day… she’s just a little puffy from an unfortunate jellyfish sting to the face) and jump straight the irrational (she’s being driven to her murder… she’s forseen my painful death and wants to bid me farewell on my way out of this world)?
A quote from Buffy the Vampire Slayer seems appropriate here: “Jeeze… morbid much?!“
Posted in Personal
August 8th, 2007 at 9:56 pm
She has probably just been through a bad situation and could have mistaken you for someone else she knew. Or maybe she was waving to the person beside you… (You’re not afraid of ghosts are you?)
August 10th, 2007 at 8:17 am
You’re trying to scare me today - first the thing about restaurant kitchens and now ghosts. Is this some sort of experiment (How much does it take to reallly freak Derick out)? Haha. Just kidding :P (Unless it is an experiment)
August 30th, 2007 at 8:49 pm
Wow… That would be strange..
Hopefully all is okay.. But what a day I imagine..
Becca