When you go to the bus stop you meet alot of interesting people. I've met many & last week one approached. Hi Hi ? My name is something I can't remember? Maybe I could get puss out of her? I have manic depression. Maybe not. Do you live around here? Why is she still talking to me? I met you again yesterday as I went to my job to pick up my check, I saw you sit in front of me, in horror I quickly sat in the back of transportation. Half way through you followed, placing across me in the next chair. I have a stalker, this isn't my first though, if I ever was in a relationship it would probably end through fatal attraction. I'm a beacon to these people Please help me?
That was a short version of our conversation of that day, the long extented also pointed out such words as SSI, & group home. She's looking for an appartment. I don't want her in mine.
Why are you giving me that smile? Sometimes I point out my mindiphobe limitations, but are you fucking crazy?
Obviously I have found myself in similar circumstances & found a way out. Anyone whom has been in things of this nature knows that there is no statibility for non addicted men, no programs, no benefits, no group home.
I don't talk to people at bus stops or on buses....I have no interest in striking up converstations with 'em, espeically the crazies. I usually see the same people at my bus stop and that would mean I would have to say 'hi, how about this weather?' every time....fuck that, I keep my shades on and don't say a word. That's doing my part in making this world a little more alienating for us all.