<< i attract all the people that feel the need to talk to SOMEONE anywhere. like i was in the Mall of America (back when i lived in MN) and i am standing by a railing waiting for my mom and dad. some dude walks up and is like..."yeah my parents tell me i need to get out more and make some friends. they tell me i shouldn't sit at home so much" and the guy was like 40. ummm why did you pick me? like i care...
so i know where you are coming from. but i am altogether cynical and anti-social so take that as you will. at least it was just a comment on an elevator and not an attempt at an extended conversation. i get that at work...doesn't really bother me all that much i guess. >>
LOL,I worked in human services for years and it was a long running joke among my work peers that if there was a paranoid schizophrenic within 10 miles they'd find me.
My best example , I had just moved out here to the burbs from Boston,quiet,upscale, neighborhood, no wino's,no people mumbling to themselves in the streets yada,yada, at any rate it's about 7pm the night before Thanksgiving, a friend of mine and I decide we're going to take the commuter rail into town to have a few drinks.We are standing on the deserrted train platform, it's dark,freezing cold and the wind has started blowing. We see a figure emerge from the depths of the parking lot and begin to approach, it's a dude, probably late 20's early thirties, wearing a tee-shirt and jeans, no coat ! He walks over to me and asks if I have a cigarette totally ignoring my friend who by this point was already trying to keep from bursting into laughter, of course I asked this guy were his coat was...lol, he stared at me for a second, apparently consulting with the other powers that be that resided in his head trying to decide if I was safe to
talk to, he then goes into a wild story that included the FBI,CIA and finished with him telling me that he'd left the parking lot where he'd been hiding because he felt it his duty to warn me about.. the helicoptors that he'd heard.
I can't even take a train,heck I'd love it if only normal people glanced at me or made the usual small talk, I have no clue as to why in any given situation people always approach me for help or information with the oddest of problems
Btw, the fellow in question got on the train and I paid the fare and grabbed one of the conductors and explained what was up, he was greeted at the end of the line by Acute psychic services from Mass General and was indeed hospitalized
the poor thing.