insane peopleFollow

..and I don't mean eccentric or 'silly crazy' or "he's so craaazy".. I mean people that you don't know where the FUCK they are... and they are obviously someplace where you don't wanna be..

Have you ever witnesses any of your peers or co-workers actually become insane?

As in you had known them for years, were having fairly normal conversations with them a few days before they brought a remote control with them into work and thought that they could make their friends appear by pressing the right numbers... et cetera.. <- this was a few years ago at a restaurant,his best friend wore a numbered jersey all the time, he started claiming he had "people" coming in August, he would look you dead in the eye and try to have serious conversations with you using nothing but numbers.. would walk around speaking in rhymes...I was working at a pizza place and actually kept a butcher knife under my tray because I didn't know what he was going to do.... the craziest thing is that he was pretty much a typical "thug boy". This happened over the course of about 5 days.. turns out he had an actual nervous breakdown for no apparent reason

It's more interesting through work because you see those people every day and notice subtle changes...
I would imagine it would be harder to pinpoint.. especially in people that you see a lot because the change is more subtle than you would notice in a person who you only see once in a while and have been carrying around that last memory of them.


THEN there is the kind of insane where the person seems to do things that simply defy all reason and yet are functional... I have seen numerous examples of people who utterly LIE at every opportunity about some of the most inane sh*t imaginable...
Other people seem to be replaying some sh*t that went on in their childhood constantly whether it be some kind of abuse.. or too much nurturing.. or too much traveling..

I mean nervous breakdowns aside.. I often wonder about people who have mental problems and people that have MENTAL PROBLEMS. At what point does "what you are thinking about" cause something in your physical brain to *POOF* out like a busted Christmas bulb? OR perhaps it be that you already had something physically wrong with you and it just took a certain circumstance to enable that fried part of the brain?



Edited, Apr 4th 2008 6:57pm by Kelvyquayo

That's funny. He seems so happy and normal.

My aunt is unfortunatly afflicted with mental problems that they thought they had mostly cured with surgery. Unfortunatly the fix appears to have broken down some 30 years later, and she recently tried her hardest to take out several cops, landing 4 of them in the hospital, and herself in the mental hospital. They are trying to medicate it, but it doesn't seem to be working. Not fun.

Certain things set me off, but it's mainly because the remind of things I'd rather forget. There are certain movies I can't watch because I can't handle them. I start crying and can't stay in the room. I just kind of go crazy.

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I'm talking more of "Not Without My Daughter" and other physical/sexual abuse type movies. I go into hysterics.

Meh, or it could be that I've learned that talking about it is healthier than keeping it festering inside. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I didn't do it, nor did I cause it to happen.

As to the attention ***** thing, you are a dollar short and a day late on that diagnosis.

Okay, to set the stage:

My last apartment was in a rather old building. It was a corner unit, and the L-shaped walkway which took people from the parking lot behind the building to the apartment entrances on the front of the building passed right outside on both outer walls of my apartment, with windows overlooking the walk on both sides (south and west). So anything that happened on either side of the building, I could hear and/or see, with the exception of the units on the very far end of the "front" (south) of the building, and two units whose entrance was at the far opposite end of the building from me on the "back" (north) of the building, the parking lot side.

One of those two units belonged to my friend, the on-site manager of the building. Her bedroom wall was shared by another woman (Sharon) whose apartment entrance was on the south side of the building. She'd lived in the building for years and my friend had been the on-site manager there for several years, so Sharon knew my friend fairly well. Now, Sharon always seemed fairly nice and reasonable to me, though not without her quirks. For instance, each day she took the bus to work in the direction of downtown. Now, there was a bus stop literally 20 feet from the apartment building's parking lot for the line that went into downtown. But rather than walk from her apartment to the bus stop practically right outside her door, she would get in her car, drive 3 blocks to the NEXT bus stop down the same exact line, park her car in the street, and catch the bus there. But beyond this little bit of utter illogic, nothing about her ever twanged my "crazy woman" alarm.

So around midnight or 1 AM one night, I'm lying in bed, and I start hearing someone banging on the door of another apartment in the building, I mean really HAMMERING on the door. And then whoever it was moved to the next apartment and was banging on doors and windows there. And to the next apartment. And as whoever it is comes closer, I hear an angry female voice growling and snarling, "Where is she? Where is the *****? I'll kill her! Where is that *****?"

I don't dare open the blinds to try to see what was going on. I couldn't imagine that it was me she's looking for, but whoever she was, she obviously didn't know where her prey lived, and I wouldn't want some madwoman mistaking me for whatever "*****" she was searching for. For all I knew, it was a woman whose husband had been cheating on her who was searching for the woman he'd cheated with, and who was armed. So I didn't answer when she banged on MY door and windows and then moved on to the next apartment. I did, however, become concerned for the 87-year-old woman living at the far end of the building who might very well be frightened into a heart attack by this person, so when she kept going up and down the building pounding on doors and windows and demanding to know where the "*****" was, I called the cops. By the time they got there, however, she'd gone away, and so far as I knew at that moment, that was the end of it.

Until I spoke to my friend, the on-site manager, the next day to ask her if she knew what had happened.

My friend had been asleep in her bedroom at around midnight when she was awakened by the television blaring at top volume from Sharon's living room (which, as I mentioned, was on the other side of the wall from my friend's bedroom.) A couple minutes passed and Sharon didn't turn it down, so my friend got out of bed and went around the building and knocked on Sharon's door. Sharon snatched open the door wearing only a t-shirt and underwear and my friend asked her to turn her TV down as she was disturbing her neighbors. Sharon slammed the door on her, and my friend went back to her apartment and found the TV had thankfully been turned down. Until a couple minutes later when it was turned back up. And then she heard screaming and yelling and things being thrown from Sharon's apartment.

That is when Sharon went out searching for "that *****." She never actually went to my friend's apartment in her search, but she did go down to the apartment directly beneath my friends, a young couple with a new baby. Apparently she was convinced that "the black-haired girl" lived in that apartment and was demanding she come out. Now, as I mentioned, Sharon had lived there for several years and since my friend had been the on-site manager for several years, Sharon knew her name, and knew where she lived. Except that Sharon was so out of it, she DIDN'T KNOW HER.

My friend worked for the property management company that ran the building and the next day went in and reported what had happened, and they started getting things in line to issue an eviction notice (here in Oregon a landlord can issue a 30-day no-cause eviction notice.) It was, however, a bit of a mystery as to WHY it happened. Had Sharon gone off some medication she'd been taking? Have a breakdown? Maybe, but more likely, she'd just gotten out-of-her-mind drunk or high, because the next day she retained enough of her memory and senses to realize that what she had done could get her evicted. So she compiled a list of things wrong with her apartment that needed repairing and submitted it before the eviction notice could be processed, so that the eviction would appear retaliatory if it came down.

The woman was never right after that. One night another friend's dog was out in the parking lot and barked, and we heard Sharon bark back from her window. Freaky, freaky lady from that point on.

Before starting college for a career change, I used to run security for a hydro-power plant. We had mechanics with their own shop and electricians with their own shop. It was something of a rivalry and no one from each shop seemed to get along with anyone from the other shop.

Only one of the guys in the mechanical shop wasn't actually employed as a mechanic. Being that he never had any formal training or education, he was employed as a mechanics helper. It was a sore issue with him since he believed he could do everything the other mechanics could do (and I assure you he couldn't). He always went around and said it was the electricians who were keeping him from becoming a full mechanic (there was a difference of about $11K (dollars) a year between the two positions). One day while running system checks on the security and monatoring systems, I head a series of loud, sharp "ping" sounds. I traced it to the generator floor.

To understand the rest of the story I must tell you some information about the generators. They are driven by watter falling into the blades at the bottom. A shaft runs up from the blades to the electricity generators in the middle of the unit. The top comprises of large blades that act like exhaust fans. This is kind of a standard design for hydro power generators. Can't tell you much more about them being as I don't really know much of the design. The blades can be accessed by removing a grate. The blades extend off the top of the shaft so there is an open space in the middle of them.

I find this guy throwing pennies at the blades. We keep riot shields in a storage room and I run and grab one. The pennies were hitting the blades and flying back with amazing speed and I didn't want to become victim to one of them. I make my way to the guy and ask him what he is doing. He simply replies "I'm throwing pennies at him" and points at the blades. I ask who and he says "the guy in the middle between the blades. He is an electrician". Of course there was no one there, and even if someone did get in there somehow we would become minced in no time flat. Figuring the guy was nuts, I decided to back away, call for help, and wait till he ran out of pennies. While backing up I noticed large chunks (about the size of a baseball) missing from the concrete wall from where the pennies were hitting them. Some help arrived and he finally ran out of pennies. He appearantly had taken several rolls of them from the petty cash drawer in the front office. As we go in to take him into custody, he accuses me of being an "undercover electrician"

Up until this point, not much in the way of strange was noticed about this guy. No violent outburst. No talking to himself. Nothing really to indicate a psychotic break. All in all it was a very unique and weird situation.

My cousin worked in an outpatient mental health clinic in North Carolina for a short time. They had a guy who would come in everyday, sit in the lobby, and carry on conversations with invisible people. She said he was the most gentle and well mannered person she ever met. Still a little scary though.

I'm eccentric at minimum myself, I guess. I met a girl the other day who was literally crazy. She's a young asian woman who was paranoid that apparently all the black and hispanic men were leering at her sexually and wanted to rape her (she's not at all attractive in my opinion). She told this to the head cheese and said that she was going to start carrying a gun in her purse for protection, nevermind that it's completely against the rules of the workplace and I'm sure she doesn't have a permit.

That incident actually happened weeks ago. I didn't meet her until last week and didn't realize at the time that she was "that girl." She wanted me to help her convert a powerpoint from 2007 to Mac 04. I later found that the powerpoint she did was entirely irrelevant. She apparently either misunderstood or invented in her head that she was supposed to do one. Anyway, minutes after I last saw her she was being screamed at, told to leave immediately or security would be called. I'm not exactly sure why, but I imagine it has something to do with the powerpoint.

I also have a lot of stories about this older woman who is socially retarded but they don't seem entirely applicable.

Yeah, I guess I can kind of relate. That actually sounds a lot like my mother-in-law, to be honest. With my own mom, she just started getting really into her church stuff at first, and all that religious stuff seems weird to me (no offense to anyone intended), so I didn't think much of it. Ultimately, her weirdness traveled well out of the realm of "religious quackery" and into the sort of weirdness that prompted her boss and coworkers to contact my sister and I out of concern for her well-being.