[ WP ] All your life , random strangers have asked for photos with you , wanted to shake your hand . Today , one of them dropped a business card for `` Celebrity Time Travel Tours '' .

All my life I've been followed. From when I was a child, strangers would always watch me from afar, whispering amongst themselves. When my parents brought my brother out with them, nothing. When they took me, people would always watch from their corners, sometimes even ask for photographs. 
 
 It was hell on my poor mother. If people got too close in public, she'd scream at them and drag me away. She forced specialists to examine me, demanding them to tell her what was wrong, why people would always stare. She ended up being committed to a psychiatric ward after a particularly bad mental breakdown following an incident with a stranger asking for a picture. 
 
 My father was somewhat more calm dealing with the Watchers ( that's what he called them ), firmly declining and guiding me away rather than causing a scene. He took care of us after my mother committed suicide, and he managed to raise us well despite my problem. 
 
 When I was a teenager I got into online conspiracy forums. I pored over thousands of threads - posting many myself - looking for anything about secret spy organisations, or whether I was somehow unique. I never found anything to convincingly explain the Watchers. 
 
 I was always suspicious of strangers, and as a result I did n't go out much. On the bright side, I had plenty of time to study political science, a subject which I took to keenly. Eventually I went to college for it, and of course the spying continued while there. Despite the stress caused by the Watchers, I managed to pass with honours, and got a small job in the local council. 
 
 When I was an adult, I got requests for photographs more frequently. Some would still watch me from the distance though. `` He looks so normal.'' they'd often say to each other. 
 
 As I became a more prominent figure in the county government, people who were n't Watchers started recognising me in public. I still got the requests for handshakes and pictures, but I could never tell which ones were Watchers and which ones were normal citizens who wanted to meet their representative. Needless to say, this bothered me. 
 
 When I was a senator, I had one particular stranger greet me whom I never forgot. It was a normal interaction: she recognised me, asked for a photo, said goodbye and was on her way. But as she was leaving, she dropped a plain white business card. I picked it up and called after her. When she turned to take it back, I noticed what was on the front: 
 
 `` Celebrity Time-Travel Tours - *Meet your hero, famous or infamous! *'' 
 
 `` Oh, you were n't meant to see that.'' she said. 
 
 *I was n't meant to see that. * 
 
 I thought back to my days of online conspiracy theories. All the puzzle pieces fell into place. The Watchers were on some sort of time travel tourist trip from the future, and I was one of the sights to see. It was far fetched, but there was no other possible explanation. The evidence fit too well. 
 
 I was livid. My entire life has been fraught with fear, my mother driven to suicide, and my father left alone, just to make a few bucks for a future tourism company. I'll show them just how *infamous* I can be.
