I witnessed a crazy person going of on a tangent yesterday, which made me think about an incident that happened to me a while ago. See, I was walking back home from a girlfriends house, which was a total of maybe 3 blocks away. Before I could get to the corner a crazy bum started walking towards me growling like a damn bear. In my mind I was thinking "Fuck. Imma have to fight this bum. But, how is that going to work when I don't even want him to touch me." And, I could only imagine me tripping and him falling on me; dead. I would just shrivel up like a salt ridden slug and die. So, I thought a second longer and came to the conclusion that I had to fight crazy with crazy. It was at that point that i turt around and said "DONT EVEN TRY IT. STOP PLAYIN" with a dead-serious face...Oooops to him, if he thought he was bout to punk me. I bet you he stopped dead in his tracks and left me the hell alone.
See, the crazy person just described was what I like to call 'conveniently crazy' (like the gentleman pictured to the left). They act a fool when they can get away with it but let somebody stand up for themselves or bust them up-side they head, then their 'craziness' will fall to the waste side. Then and only then will they miraculously remember the bill of rights, the number to 911, and that 'they thought you was somebody else'. On the other hand the 'real crazy' person is little bit more difficult and down right scary to deal with. Especially when they are in your family.
I know most of the people reading this either have a 'real crazy' (like ol' boy pictured below)person in their family or know about a real crazy person in someone else's family. The crazy cousin or uncle that grandma keeps in a room in the back of the house. And you try to act comfortable when you go over because everybody else is cool with 'Cousin Pete' but in reality you're really scared shitless. And unbeknown to everybody else you have already mapped out escape routes and weapons that can be used for self-defense in every room of the house. And it seems like he is always looking at you with those cold soul-less eye's. Like when your eating Thanksgiving dinner at the table and he's not eating, just looking at you eat. And your thinking "This is some bullsh
it. I know they see him staring at me like he want to rape and kill me. But ain't nobody gonna say shit. And they wonder why I don't never come to family events at grandma house. Somebody know they can face him towards the TV or take him back to his room if he ain't eating. Trifling bastards." And if that's not bad enough. You damn near get a bladder infection from holding your pee in, because grandma gotta a old house and the only bathroom is way in the back next to 'Cousin Pete' bedroom. Finally you can't take it anymore. You're one fall, one laugh, one sneeze away from peeing on you're self, so you mustard up the courage to go to the bathroom. You creep down the hallway and make it in. You try to creep out but BAM there he is looking at you wide-eyed and ready to pounce. You scream, then everybody rushes to see what's wrong. So, you have to make up a lie and say you thought you saw a mouse.
Yea, dealing with crazy folks takes a lot of analyzing. Once you decipher the level of craziness then and only then can you act accordingly.
See, the crazy person just described was what I like to call 'conveniently crazy' (like the gentleman pictured to the left). They act a fool when they can get away with it but let somebody stand up for themselves or bust them up-side they head, then their 'craziness' will fall to the waste side. Then and only then will they miraculously remember the bill of rights, the number to 911, and that 'they thought you was somebody else'. On the other hand the 'real crazy' person is little bit more difficult and down right scary to deal with. Especially when they are in your family.I know most of the people reading this either have a 'real crazy' (like ol' boy pictured below)person in their family or know about a real crazy person in someone else's family. The crazy cousin or uncle that grandma keeps in a room in the back of the house. And you try to act comfortable when you go over because everybody else is cool with 'Cousin Pete' but in reality you're really scared shitless. And unbeknown to everybody else you have already mapped out escape routes and weapons that can be used for self-defense in every room of the house. And it seems like he is always looking at you with those cold soul-less eye's. Like when your eating Thanksgiving dinner at the table and he's not eating, just looking at you eat. And your thinking "This is some bullsh
it. I know they see him staring at me like he want to rape and kill me. But ain't nobody gonna say shit. And they wonder why I don't never come to family events at grandma house. Somebody know they can face him towards the TV or take him back to his room if he ain't eating. Trifling bastards." And if that's not bad enough. You damn near get a bladder infection from holding your pee in, because grandma gotta a old house and the only bathroom is way in the back next to 'Cousin Pete' bedroom. Finally you can't take it anymore. You're one fall, one laugh, one sneeze away from peeing on you're self, so you mustard up the courage to go to the bathroom. You creep down the hallway and make it in. You try to creep out but BAM there he is looking at you wide-eyed and ready to pounce. You scream, then everybody rushes to see what's wrong. So, you have to make up a lie and say you thought you saw a mouse.Yea, dealing with crazy folks takes a lot of analyzing. Once you decipher the level of craziness then and only then can you act accordingly.
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