Dread Heads

I made some new friends this weekend. Last night after angelbaby went to bed, I took off to nhp's house to give him a hair cut. (no I don't leave my child home alone, we're staying with my parents currently.) I don't know why people ask me to cut they're hair. I'm not good at it. I think mostly it's because I have scissors and it's free. I'm certainly not a professional but between cuts, perms, and color jobs; I'm almost sure I have logged enough hours for a license or something. Anyway after the cut I watched local programming with him and Oscar for a while then I headed home. On my way home, I decided to to stop at Al's deli for some hummus and a piece of burma. I'm standing in line minding my own business when I notice I'm surrounded by 3 dread locked cuties: a blond, a brunette, and an asian/black mix. They couldn't have been older than 23. Then from behind, this kid that looked like the star from Entourage started crowding me and talking like I was someone he knew. Sidenote: I am not a very social person. I mean sure if I'm drinking, I'm everybody's friend. But otherwise I won't even speak to an acquaintance when I'm out unless they speak first. So I'm trying not to be rude, because he seems like a nice kid. Then all the dread heads start talking to me and I realize 'mr. leaning on my back' is with them. They're all asking me about the menu because they had never been there before. I could feel the anxiety welling up like a river waiting to escape with rage over the top of the damn. Here I am in an old navy stripy shirt, birkies, no make up and curls that I didn't bother to fix and this kid wants to know "where's the party at tonight?" I smiled and politely said "Not at my house." "good answer" was his reply. What I was really thinking was "dear Jesus, if you let me live through this I will never..." I just new they were all fixin' to pull out gats and start unloading until every wallet in the place was in their possession. Then a ray of light peeked out from behind this dark cloud of apprehension. Blondie says to Mixed "well if your not going to eat then go out to the car and roll a blunt" Never in my life have I been so happy that someone was on drugs. All at once I understood that they really did just want food. Just like me. I don't know if I'll every get over my phobia of meeting people or talking to strangers. It's not like there was an incident that I could work through with a therapist. My mom says I've alway been that way.