secret agent and the birds of fortuity
today i accidentally gave my secret identity as a top secret government spy away. it was a sad and very awkward moment. i just got out of a midterm that i did pretty badly on and i was a lil fried and i saw this girl that i remember from my middle school spanish class whose name is udani and i see her around sometimes and i always gotta make it like i dont know her, right. lol. or maybe i should go up to her and say, hi udani, you took spanish 2 in 2007 at amador valley high, isnt it creepy that i know that? and then throw in a cackle. ahhhhh im listening to flobots right now which makes it very hard to concetrate on what im writing about. but anyway i looked right into her eyes and then she smiled at me really faintly and then i replied with an even weaker smile and suddenly i realized, she’s a top secret government spy too!!!!
see, i have this mental profile of everyone i’ve ever met before. it’s pretty much 99.9% fulproof with a small 0.01% chance of glitches. when i first came to living water, i immediately recognized a couple guys from middle school. david kim from hart middle school. he was in my 8th grade spanish class and he was always a clown + talking about how his parents would disown him if he didnt get an A. and during 8th grade graduation, he and i were the only ones to receive the perfect attendence awards in our entire class, and he was the only one who got both the 4.0 and perfect attendence awards in our entire 8th grade class. now he is an uncompromising fire and spirit filled man of God. he didnt recognize me at all for the next few months that i was at lw, but i was waiting for the moment to say, hi david kim, you took 8th grade spanish at hart middle school and go a perfect attendence award at promotion. and also i was waiting for the other moment to say to the other guy, hi andrew kuo you went to hart middle school and we never had a class together but for some strange reason i know your first and last name and i recognize you from middle school even though its been a solid 7 years since i last saw you. i guess i recognize people over several years of development too.
i always remember the first time i met someone and what i thought of them. i remember things they say and what they are like and certain mannerisms. and it’s not like i work hard at this stuff. it just gets effortlessly stored away and stays with me for years and one day i’ll be walking down the street and suddenly i will recognize someone and know their name and some history of thiers and it will surprise even myself. which makes me creepy. but hey. not my fault i got rigged with a giant face recognition system.
i recognize people in the dark, subconsciously, and even people’s voices. i just remember the gist of a person for a long time. every person makes a very lasting and deep impression, somehow. and with that, i can recognize them instantly, from far away, from behind, from the side, from 50 feet away. and i always play it like im normal and i dont see them until im like right in front of them, or i pretend i didnt see them at all. its part of the game.
sometimes when im out with my roommate, i’ll just point out the moment i recognize someone and some random and interesting facts i know about them and she will be appalled at the strangeness of my face-recognition and memory abilities. in fact, it was she that recommended me to be a secret agent.
one time, there was a shooting at haas and my roommate and i were eating lunch in the cafeteria and suddenly everyone was running and yelling and we were hustled into the giant fridge in the back of the kitchen. we were trapped inside waiting for the police to tell us what was going on outside (well tumblr proved to be more efficient and accurate), i was with this guy who struck me as being exquisitely familiar somehow and i couldnt understand why. it bothered me for days after. until one night as i was journaling about an instant that happened a couple weeks before the shooting, where my roommate and i were carrying 17lb of meat and bread and foodstuffs across southside in the dark on a friday night. and this drunk guy came up to us and asked us if he could serenade us. we said yes and so he did, with “i can show you the world”. and it was HIlarious. of course, he was so bold because he was buzzed and he knew it was dark and we were random strangers and we’d never see or remember each other ever again right? well, no, not really. while i was journaling about that friday night incident, it suddenly clicked, i dont know how my brain did it, but i was certain it was the same guy. certain. the guy i was trapped in the fridge with during the shooting, was the smae drunk guy who serenaded us while we were carrying 17lb of meat. we had become friends on fb, so i asked him if he was the same guy, and indeed, in great embarrassment he confirmed that it was indeed him. anyway, i dont know if any of this makes sense, but, it is what happened. and im guessing moments of incredible coincidence like this happen all the time, in all sorts of places and ways, but most of us don’t catch them or notice them. they are the birds of fortuity alighting upon our shoulders. isn’t that exhilarating??