I was walking to my bus stop and I noticed a homeless guy sitting on the sidewalk, waving his hands, like he was dancing to his own tune. Then I got closer and the crazy began.
I try to give eye contact with most homeless folks, simply because it gives the minimum of decency. I see that you exist. He pointed to his wrist, so I thought, “oh, he wants to know the time.” So I tell him the time, he shakes his head, so I take off my headphones, and proceeds to tell me how foreign intelligence agencies are omnipresent and destroying Arizona.
Now the difference between a conspiracy theory and a crazy person is all in the cadence. A conspiracy theorist will stay on topic, explaining in a step by step way that microchips are getting smaller and smaller, that they are able to put them on smaller things, and they’re cheaper. So they can put them on anything, so the COVID-19 was an excuse to get people to use more hand sanitizer, which has tracking chips, and now the government has chips on all of us.
This guy started on foreign intelligence, then switched to tracking, then switched to being a good Christian, but believing in freedom of religion… And that point, my bus arrived, and I was able to apologize and leave this conversation that was going no where.
I used to think it must be fun being crazy… You can dress how you want, dance and shout, and people give you wide berth. On the train, I’ve noticed at least once a week one of my fellow passengers can’t stop moving. Not just walking or pacing, no… Jerking and dancing around. It’s unsettling.
Which made me think… Imagine if I couldn’t stop moving. Something in me makes it impossible for me to sit down. Maybe it’s nerve damage, maybe it’s a belief that the chairs are full of disease, maybe I’ve taken so many drugs that I can’t sit still for more than five seconds. What a hell that would be. If I literally thought that foreign agencies were after me, and that it was up to me to stop them, yeah… I wouldn’t be able to sleep in the same place every night. I couldn’t stay in the same place every hour!
I have great sympathy for the homeless, but I’m not blind to the fact that many of these are on drugs or mentally ill. We should fund mental illness treatment far more than do. You can’t help someone who believes that aliens from Zardoz are trying to kidnap him. You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to stop taking his drug. That’s where we need to focus our help.
But I could be wrong… What do you think? Is our freedom of religion under threat from Zardoz? Let me know in the comments below!
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You used to think it’d be fun to be crazy?
I had a similar encounter at a gas station last night and then later a mile or two away. They seem to come out at night in our area. As I was pumping my gas he came uncomfortably near. I looked at the man at the pump next to mine and he had the look of I intended to not get involved and just stared at the man. I tried to pretend it was cool, but my taser was in the door nearest him and not me. He kept yelling and hopping around and swatting. He finally walked far enough away I could get in and I drove off. Not far from him was another similar guy flailing his arms and yelling in a different fashion than the first. To me, it was obvious we need sanitariums for these poor people. Is it funding? I really doubt it, because our government finds ways of funding everything and everyone else, so that can’t be it.
A friend and I tried filming the whys and wherefores of homelessness and well, it was enlightening. Lack of funding and support prevented us from continuing but I do have some great footage. We talked to drug addicts and the you owe me’s and it put homelessness in a different light.
Truly a treasure to find you in conversation – taking seriously – crazy. (This might seem paranoid, but sometimes I think I am the only one.) I have engaged numerous crazy conversations, and from time to time trying to sort out some sort of sense therein – which makes me crazy.
But then, I believe in God. I am one of those “born again Christian types” – sorta. Which puts me out on a limb. I attempt to have intelligent conversations about politics and social issues with others in my own family which I can’t make sense of too. (Not quite the same kind of crazy, but still just as crazy. Almost makes me want to be crazy too.
Maybe I have crazy envy?
Thanx for sharing.