Cold Approach

I tend to be a little surprised whenever random strangers on the street ask me for directions. Especially when there are a lot of other people around for them to approach. I've got tattoos and a tendency to walk around with an expression that says, "Don't bother me..."

... or maybe that's not being communicated.

Maybe I'm inadvertently walking around with an expression that says, "Hey, ASK ME ANYTHING!"

Certainly there's something that encourages people to approach me.

Not just any days, either. Specifically days and times I don't want to be bothered. Days I'd much rather simply be the invisible man.

What is that, I wonder?

That superficial, perhaps split-second vetting process that a stranger conducts before deciding to approach another person.

An oddity. A freak.

Chances are, it's often something that not a lot of thought is put into. An impulse. Sometimes something flattering, other times something insulting.

Maybe it's just that I always look like I know where I'm going. Especially when I don't.