Jul. 9th, 2008

sundries

Jul. 9th, 2008 10:38 am
- Having woken up exhausted and with the phrase "Jesus Christ, it's a lion, get in the car!" stuck in my head, I have decided (with some agonizing) not to go to fencing, but to do laundry and rest instead. I'll be there Friday. And it's not like there hasn't been significant training afoot lately and upcoming.

- [livejournal.com profile] redstapler reminds me with her post that I too saw the blimp this morning, and sighed airship. Geek or just really tired?

- Actually, that's all I've got for you right now.
I just had one of those experiences with a severely mentally ill person that was both not a big deal and completely disturbing to me, mainly because I'm just crazy enough to see the patterns with which other people's crazy appears to intersect with my own.

I was in the laundromat finishing up. Usually at this hour they lock it because there are only one or two customers left (they close at 10:30), but there were some young boys in there playing and I guess the manager knew them and it was annoying to keep locking and unlocking the door after them and let it go.

A man came in, who initially just seemed very drunk to me and may well have been drunk also, but I could eventually tell from his body language and periodic grunting sounds that there was probably a mental helath issue going on there. Okay fine. Considering some of the stuff one deals with in this neighborhood and in NY as a whole, that's not a huge deal.

He didn't seem very clean, but he also didn't smell. But he kept hovering behind me. I didn't want to yell at him if I didn't have to because no one needs that, but I was going to (and then some) if he touched me or my laundry.

"That's going to hurt our boys," he said to me abruptly.

"What?" I asked, going for irritated and confused.

"Our boys won't be able to make any money if they start importing products from Germany."

"Germany? What?"

"When our boys come home."

"When our boys come home from where?"

"The war."

"You mean Iraq?"

"No. Germany. We shouldn't have products from Germany."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, feeling like a liar.

"It wss on the TV!" he pointed.

The only thing on the TV was a shitty new Twliight Zone episode about virtual reality sex software.

"Sorry, I can't help you," I said, and he wandered off to sit on the bench near where I was folding and then preiodically grunted until someone else came in and he started again about "Our boys" and I had to get out of there before I hyperventilated with the What the FUCK?

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