I seem to have a magnetic personality. Through no effort on my part, people and creatures and erosional materials are drawn to me.
*Drivers cross the center line just to get my attention.
*Ticks take flight, jumping and parasailing like tiny arachnid flying squirrels, to feast on my very being.
*Students cluster outside my door before school, even though they know they belong elsewhere.
*A patina of windblown soil coats my black Tahoe like fairy dust, letting everyone know how special I am.
*Shoppers converge on the empty aisle as soon as the nose of my cart enters.
*Folks I don't even know call me to inquire as to my political beliefs.
I'm not that special. Really. I only seem attractive. Because I oppose everything in the universe.