Throughout my life, it has been a consistent theme that I am frequently the focus of people that suffer from a specific type of mindset ; folks that could be confused for space aliens, new to this world. This is maybe because I am a big guy, but not generally dangerous looking?
I think that I look like somebody from whom you can ask directions or to get an item from the top shelf at the grocery store, and that may translate into approachability by folks that have different social boundaries and conversational style to my own.
Many kids, drunks, homeless and older people approach me with relative ease. I even get along better with shy animals (cats in particular) than with aggressive ones.
This is mostly a blessing. The only real downside is that people ask me for help that I can’t immediately provide.
I am terrible at directions… But am happy that google maps exists now. I would be totally unable to help guide someone properly somewhere otherwise. (People in cars often stop and ask me for directions. Anyone who knows me is aware that I am just horrid at that stuff)
The only people that usually do not approach me are males about my age. Is it because of ego? Can’t ask another dude for help? The only exception is the above-mentioned homeless or drunk folk which I think have that barrier removed. Oh, another downside is that I look like a soft touch (and generally am) to people looking for a handout or make a sale. It is hard for me to say no to someone looking for a donation or selling cookies in front of a store.
Despite that, I still see myself as a bit of a giant, clumsy monster. Others treat me like a gentle giant for the most part. I am more like Clifford, the big red dog.