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Every one must die...why not go down in a blaze of glory with hot fit men in tight shiny drawers and capes
Every one must die...why not go down in a blaze of glory with hot fit men in tight shiny drawers and capes
Every one must die...why not go down in a blaze of glory with hot fit men in tight shiny drawers and capes
Do you have odd experiences with strangers or acquaintances revealing very personal or embarrassing details to you in casual conversation? In public?
This happens to me all the time, so much so that I don't see it as unusual anymore. Today, I was shopping and someone rammed my cart on purpose. I looked up and it was my neighbor. I had not seen him in months, so I said hello and told him about the divorce and how we are all doing okay. He told me that he has an enlarged prostate and it takes him a long time to urinate. Then he said if I need anything to just stop by and ask.
This happens to me all the time. How about you?
I prefer to think of myself as solidified dinosaur flatulence.
Maybe he thought you talking about your divorce was an invitation to have a personal conversation? I find that since I am more candid with people (ask me how I'm doing and I'll certainly tell you if the answer is poorly), they in turn feel free to spill their own beans.Do you have odd experiences with strangers or acquaintances revealing very personal or embarrassing details to you in casual conversation? In public?
This happens to me all the time, so much so that I don't see it as unusual anymore. Today, I was shopping and someone rammed my cart on purpose. I looked up and it was my neighbor. I had not seen him in months, so I said hello and told him about the divorce and how we are all doing okay. He told me that he has an enlarged prostate and it takes him a long time to urinate. Then he said if I need anything to just stop by and ask.
This happens to me all the time. How about you?
I think mentally ill people, like lots of people, can intuit if there is a compassionate person around. So they might try to talk to you. If your micro facial expressions reveal say concern or pity rather than fear, contempt and disgust, they are more likely to talk at/to you. I don't personally know you and whether or not you are a compassionate person, but that's my response to people in general who complain that the "crazies" always choose them to talk to on the subway.What about the crazies, crazy people always seem to love me. I try and avert my gaze but it doesn't help...no hiding anywhere.
I'm compassionate yes, I'm also a bit of 'crazy' myself...seeing things from another point of view and different sides of the same issue makes a lot of things in life and situations quite laughable. That's why I liked working for people in care it's often a tragic-comic situation going on within the everyday mundane. I wanted to work in mental health but I realised that I would not be OK with the NHS and drug treatments...in an area of therapy, well yes that'd be O.K.I think mentally ill people, like lots of people, can intuit if there is a compassionate person around. So they might try to talk to you. If your micro facial expressions reveal say concern or pity rather than fear, contempt and disgust, they are more likely to talk at/to you. I don't personally know you and whether or not you are a compassionate person, but that's my response to people in general who complain that the "crazies" always choose them to talk to on the subway.
Maybe he thought you talking about your divorce was an invitation to have a personal conversation? I find that since I am more candid with people (ask me how I'm doing and I'll certainly tell you if the answer is poorly), they in turn feel free to spill their own beans.
That reminds me, when I first came up here I ended up asleep in a park, face down, after a 10 hr sleepless night journey on the train. A Scot came up to me, woke me up and said 'I thought you were deed'. (dead)..I thought, that's very nice of you, where I've come from no one would have given a shit.
What about the crazies, crazy people always seem to love me. I try and avert my gaze but it doesn't help...no hiding anywhere.
Also elderly people are used to talking about body functions.
London...when I got here I remember nearly crying in the public library when the librarian serving me asked me how I was!You're from Chicago?