My reputation can be summed up in two words: freak magnet. This isn’t a self-proclaimed status. As reputations go, I’d rather be known as witty, pithy or even nerdy. But if you ask my friends and family, they’ll most certainly tell you: “Kim is a freak magnet.”
That opinion is so universal that they refer to my experiences as “Kim stories.” God love them! They are a collection of day-to-day occurrences that make up my life, such as:
- The gentleman, who upon meeting me and discovering I’m umarried but not single, decided to email me the lyrics of Beyonce’s “Put a Ring on It (Single Ladies).”
- My wonderfully quirky neighbors, including the nearly naked one.
- The random fellow, apparently a fan from my days as a news anchor, who two years later sent me a seven-day series of love emails, one with an image of lightsaber-wielding squirrels and the subject line: I hope this brings a smile to your face.
It’s unclear to me exactly how or why I became a freak magnet, but I do have a few theories:
Because I’m “Too Nice”
This one came from my friend Aaron. One night a guy, who I had earlier helped get service from the bartender, approached me and declared, “You should be in a Renaissance painting.” He was gay, so this wasn’t just a bad pickup line.
After he walked away, Aaron decided that interactions like that came down to the fact that I was just “too nice.” He said, “Kim, you talk to and help strange people who everyone else in the world tends to ignore. I think they are just so excited to get some attention that they come back for more…and weirdness ensues.”
Maybe he’s right, but I’m hardly going to be rude. I’m Southern for Pete’s sake.
Because I’m from Florida
If you come across a bizarre headline, more often than not the dateline will be from Florida: Mom Left Kids In Car To Go Hog Hunting, Mother-Daughter Porn Duo Aim To Be Filthy Rich.
I don’t know what it is about the Sunshine State, but it has become the butt of more than one late-night talk show host’s jokes. Chelsea Handler is the perfect example.
This theory may have some merit. Perhaps its just my proximity to a high concentration of nut cases? But that doesn’t account for the fact that some of my strangest experiences occurred while I was traveling or living in other places.
Because I Love a Good Story
I personally think it’s not that I’m a freak magnet, per se, but that I’m a story teller. I mean, we all have close encounters with the weird kind, right? But not everyone shares them.
I, on the other hand, love telling tales to capture people’s attention, so when strange things happen, I take note and pay attention to the details. I think my favorite pastime may have simply skewed my friends’ and family’s perception.
Whatever the reason, I wouldn’t change a thing. Being a freak magnet has kept life interesting!
“Some magnets attract
Some magnets repel
Some magnets say:
Hey, hey, what the hell”
Violent Femmes – Freak Magnet
What do you think? Do you think some people attract odd experiences more than others? And if so, are you one of them?
(This post was inspired by the Daily Prompt: Blogger of Repute. Do you have a reputation? What is it, and where did it come from? Is it accurate? What do you think about it?)
January 19, 2014 at 1:58 am
I absolutely believe that some people are freak magnets because I’m one myself. Freaky-deakies literally single me out in a crowd, whether it is the guy who needs to tell someone about his German Shepherd’s rehab progress that seizes on something that I’m saying in a conversation with a friend, or just the routine religious zealot that needs to hand a pamphlet to me (not any of the dozen people surrounding me- just me).
I think it’s one part being to nice, but it’s also some sort of vibe or scent that we give off because they come at you even before you have a chance to be kind to them.
January 19, 2014 at 2:11 am
Ha! I think you might be onto something here, Brantley. Perhaps there’s a freak-magnet pheromone? It would explain some of our “picked out of a crowd” experiences
January 19, 2014 at 8:35 am
It’s gotta be something like that. I’ve literally had weirdos part the crowd to talk to me specifically. It’s quite bizarre.
January 19, 2014 at 2:27 am
I think you friend is correct. Some people get little attention and a surprised when it comes thier way. They want more. Florida might have something to do with it as well. There’s a twitter accounts, @_FloridaMan and @_Flor1daWoman, that tweet all the “Florida man arrested” stories.
January 19, 2014 at 3:00 am
Oh boy! I didn’t know about those accounts. No wonder the rest of the world thinks Floridians are nuts. Thanks for sharing.
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January 20, 2014 at 11:05 am
I enjoyed your post.
January 20, 2014 at 1:40 pm
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February 12, 2014 at 4:11 pm
I know I’m a bit late reading your post, but I feel like I have discovered a kindred soul. For me it is a mix of being friendly/looking approachable (no matter where I am in the world, people come to me for directions, even when I’m obviously a tourist) and wanting to tell stories. I think my freakiest encounter was a stranger on a bus singing me a 30 minute confession of his love at roughly 3am in London. Took a while to recover from that.
February 13, 2014 at 9:15 am
Too funny! That vision made me laugh out loud. Thanks for sharing and providing further proof that it’s not just me 🙂
February 28, 2014 at 6:50 pm
Ha ha ha!!! Great post. I’m not really a freak magnet, but I’m kind of a drunk magnet (despite being happily married!). I’m not even a big drinker, and I don’t go to sleazy bars (or even go out that often)! But whenever I go to a bar, it never fails – the drunkest, sloppiest guy always comes over and tries to hit on me (dang it – this happened just the other night, too!). One guy even spilled his beer on my dinner! I don’t know what it is, or why they seek me out. Anyway, your post reminded me of that “reputation” I have amongst my friends. Good times… 🙂
February 28, 2014 at 11:11 pm
Too funny! In full disclosure, many of my most notorious “freak magnet” moments came from men intoxicated, but that’s definitely not the discerning factor or I’d have mentioned it. Something else is in the works here, I propose… Thanks for sharing your experiences.
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