The Beginning of my Journey into Superpower-dom

After a night of not enough sleep (which I blame fully on Joyce Kilmer and his insult to women and his motivation to make me write blasphemy against him; and yes, Joyce is a man), after 8am poetry, I attacked my bed, a bowl of rice krispies (no sugar), and the remote. I flipped it to one of the last episodes of the 3rd season of Heroes...one of my only tv obsessions, which I don't even watch episodically on tv, but through the complete seasons.
I've become entranced by this whole superpower idea--somehow I missed that from around ages 4-18. I watched an episode and a half (the suspense nearly killed me,) then as I trudged up the hill, I kept wondering what it would be like to read people's minds like Matt Parkman. I passed by several people around Cherry, wondering what the guy with the dreads would think. He was wearing those ear-swallowing headphones, the ones that look like an agent would wear in the 40s as he tried to crack the code of Japanese correspondence.
Then I morphed back into English world as I entered Cherry Hall.
I swear, I'm not on drugs. Not illegal ones, anyway. And I had yet to have a cup of coffee, but I know I was not hallucinating.
You know how sometimes--especially during school or as you're walking down the street in a big city, you feel a bit alone (this can be good or bad,) and you feel like it would be crazy to run into someone you know?
I feel like that a lot, even though I've gotten to know many people in Cherry Hall--all my classes are there, plus I work there.
Well, I would say about 3 seconds into my stoic-faced entrance, I immediately noticed 4 completely random, unattached friends in the same cluster outside room 120. Some were walking out of the class, one was standing against the wall, a couple were walking in. I thought about saying hi to Dustin and Lauren until I realized I'd have to say hi to everyone, but I'm not in that much of a people mood.
I kept walking.
Nathan came out of Dr. Hunley's office to my left, someone else (I don't remember which friend it was,) came out of the door to my right, then 10 yards down the hallway, Sarah was to the right against the wall, Elizabeth was to the left against the wall. I approached the Writing Lab as someone (again, a friend who I forget) came out of the lab as my other Lauren was walking in.
I was FREAKING OUT. That's like 10 people within 30 seconds of walking down ONE HALLWAY ON ONE FLOOR. Maybe it seems strange to you. Why would that freak me out?
I guess it might've been rude of me not to say anything to anyone. Honestly, I was walking and very dazed, but the reaction time between sight and thought was a bit slow, so talking to these people was an option that didn't really hit me until I walked into the Writing Center with buggy eyes and a quickened pace.
I told one friend. We went to the bathroom--the private one for faculty only, we each peed, telling funny stories of the day. There are 3 stalls, and usually no more than 2 people in at once. A lady was in another stall--probably pooping--then Kelly and I started washing our hands when 2 more professors walked in, each took a stall. 5 people in one tiny bathroom is pretty overwhelming. I felt claustrophobic. We walked out the first door into the lobby area, another professor walked in. Walked out the other door to the hallway and another was making her way to the pot.
WHAT THE FREAK.

I get the feeling this entry probably isn't as interesting or thought-provoking as my others.
But my friends speculate that I have this superpower in which everyone I know is drawn to me somehow.

Bleeker: "You definitely bring something to the table."
Juno: "Charisma."