Get in Line to Board the Crazy Train
Lucy knew what she was doing.
She knew that if you don't take control over the situation, the situation will take control over you. When she set up that booth and charged people for her services, she put an end to the random crazy outbursts of life, the unsolicited leeching, and the quicksand drama created by people lusting for a speck of power in their lives. She kept the ball perpetually in her court, she made the rules...
1.) I walked towards my bus stop. There was a broken down bus right at the stop and a woman standing between me and the bus. She was standing on the sidewalk in the area one would naturally stand if one was waiting for the next bus--to stand any closer to the actual stop would make it difficult for the next bus to see you (duh, there's a huge bus in the way). I approached her and stopped the mandatory 6-7 feet away from her. I detest space invaders, and I am painfully careful to not be one myself. I put down my bag and looked off into the distance for the next bus. I heard someone scream "why the f*** are you standing so close to me for?" I immediately turned around thinking someone was bothering the woman behind me. Apparently, I was the one bothering her. She began screaming like a broken record player "why the f*** are you standing here? The bus stop is over there you moron. Stand at the bus stop b*****, don't stand next to me. You faggot...you f***ing faggot. You f***ing lesbian."
I backed away from her. She raised her arms at me. I backed away some more and said "I'm sorry--I'm just waiting for the bus...I thought you were too."
She screamed, "You f***ing liar, you lesbian. Why are you trying to get under my breast?!!".
She then walked towards the broken down bus and proceeded to bang on its windows (the driver was still on the bus waiting for someone to rescue him).
She screamed, "This lesbian is trying to molest me, she is trying to get my breasts. F***ing homo".
I just kept staring down the road, ready to run if I needed to.
My bus came, and I got on as she continued to scream. She then got on behind me, sat down across from me quietly, and remained at peace until her stop. As she got off the bus, she told the driver "thank you, have a nice day".
Obviously she has some problems. For some reason, my presence elicited an extreme fear/defense response in her and she got stuck in a state of perseveration that she could not get out of until the environment changed (when she got on the bus). I was glad that it was me that she accosted, because someone else may have hurt her or flapped their trap causing her to become more incensed.
2.) My phone rang--it was my father. Brother2 lost the rock, papers, scissors war and picked up the phone reluctantly. At least my dad actually had some news this time. My parent's neighbor tried to steal another neighbor's unborn baby. You may have seen it on the news. The guy who butchers our meat found the women near his property and saved the pregnant victim. My dad called last night because the police helicopters were circling their house, and exciting things like that don't happen where my parent's live very often. Please God, don't let anyone interview my family. Please don't. My dad will go into a 2 hr tirade on the shoddy workmanship of the neighbor's trailer--he will conclude that such a mess could drive anyone to commit such a crime. My mom will put on her Oprah face and try to pick apart all of the emotional stresses and turmoil caused by today's society. She will go on relentlessly about parenting and how children behave these days and how sad the world is. My brother will smoke a lot and hide from the reporters.
3.) Brother1 has a girlfriend. He met her at his outpatient psychiatric service. They've gone on a few dates. I'm not sure I can go through all of this again. At least my mom doesn't have to fight with him every morning about taking a shower, brushing his teeth, etc. I've been saying all along that motivation is not completely lost in the brain of a schizophrenic, it's just harder to elicit that drive. I now have evidence. Brother1 totally screwed himself because now he can't tell us that he can't do it.
Please God let this one work out better. Please don't let her kill herself or threaten to kill herself. Please don't let her steal from our house when she decides to go off of her meds. Please let her family be kind and understanding and supportive.
I'm setting up a booth.