I second that.

Honestly, the question of what to do with these people, how to respond when our sanctuaries of happiness (our cafes, the streets in front of our houses) are invaded by loud, potentially violent, unhinged people, deserves some discussion. I thank Jesse for bringing up the issue.

I don’t know the answer. I’ve contemplated getting a group of guys together and provoking crazy bicycling man to get him to start a fight, so we could put him in jail or in a hospital, but that’s the atavistic animal side of me wishing. What he really needs, I suspect, is a better pharmaceutical regime, and someone to help him enforce it. This would result in greater happiness for him and for the people in our neighborhood.

But how do you get that to happen? I honestly don’t know. Which is why I find myself lingering in the baseball bat section of Dick’s now and then…

Jesse I don’t think my girlfriend would like the licking unless she could join in.
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davidlee
“i reveal this in hopes that the Gjacksons of the world will spare me the digital crucifixion they hold prepared as they lurk in wait in the bushes at the side of the minefield of social correctness.”

Ok?
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lizzelizzel

“The only time I was concerned about her was when she was behind my apartment building shouting about spies and using the N word.”

Had no Idea the extent of her madness.
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Gjackson
Wearing Zuma Pants
and Peanut Butter since 1975

i like this website more and more each day.

first i want to begin by stating this: i live with “mental dis-ease”. i reveal this in hopes that the Gjacksons of the world will spare me the digital crucifixion they hold prepared as they lurk in wait in the bushes at the side of the minefield of social correctness. i deal with long-term dysthymia (hereditary), anxiety disorder (sometimes severe, sometimes not so much), and a good deal of post-traumatic stress disorder from a great deal of grief. sometimes i’m overwhelmed by this. sometimes it makes me want to scream and curse at random people.

CrazyLady, as you’ve aptly named her, is horrid. i’ve been told to fuck off on more than one occasion, once for politely waiting for her to tend to her personal hygiene while blocking the crossroads of sales counter, condiment counter, and bathroom – i was not unique, all 5 or 6 customers waiting for her were subject to her vitriol on this particular day. another time i happened to pass her in mid-rant on Core as i was leaving the cafe – once again was told to fuck off for inadvertently making eye contact with her as i tracked her surreptitiously in hopes that i could make it by somehow without attracting her attention – and immediately called the cafe to make sure they knew she was on the way, and already “THERE”.

i once heard a story about Maya Angelou which i feel applies. to paraphrase – the person relating the story was attending a social function in Ms. Angelou’s home, and was speaking to the hostess when both of them heard, very clearly, a guest in another room loudly utter an expletive. Ms. Maya excused herself, went into the other room, and politely informed the guest that she would need him to leave as she does not permit profane language in her home. this was not due to some petty prudishness, but was the natural extension of a deeply-rooted belief on the part of Ms. Angelou, who knows a thing or two about the power of language, that words have an elemental power to touch and affect those who hear them, for good or for ill.

and that’s how i feel about CrazyLady. i don’t think she’s a bad person, but her hostility makes me feel uncomfortable in one of the few places here in Norfolk that i really, REALLY, like to be – because i have these difficulties sometimes dealing with the mean old world, and comfortable doesn’t always come easy for me.

another consideration – if this was a male, he would have been kicked out long ago.

compassion for the mentally ill is a good thing. i would encourage anyone who REALLY cares about the plight of the mentally ill to lobby for an increase in funding for public healthcare; but allowing the mentally ill to consider it their purview to verbally abuse anyone they so choose is not helpful. it’s not good for them, it’s not good for those who are regularly subjected to their misdirected anger, and in this instance it’s not good for the cafe. i hope that the good owner and the beautiful ladies of the cafe will talk to her and set some clear boundaries of behavior. if that doesn’t work then she needs to be invited to vent her seething rage elsewhere.

First of all this was an egocentric blog, not an article. Views of the author only reflect the opinions of the author, and sometimes not even him. That’s to say that none of this was objective, and I get that.

Why would I address her if I thought she was unstable? 1) I’m a dummy. 2) I honestly thought I could help lead her to not cursing somebody out. 3) We all need somebody to talk to. Her even moreso. I’m of the camp that it is always worth trying, even if you know well enough that trying might backfire in your face.

Don’t we all need people to be nice to us? My life is worlds better when strangers are kind to me. Isn’t everyone like that? If they’re not then, well, that just about destroys how I view the way people fit within their societies.

If you come into Fairgrounds wearing Zubaz and I see you I am going to charge you like a mad bull and then flip the script and kiss all over face like I’m a puppy and you’re covered in peanut butter.

Fair warning,

Jesse

Prior your engagement you obviously knew she was mentally unstable right? Maybe I’m the odd man out here but in most cases probably would have been best to ignore her. I doubt that you needed to save her the indignity of talking to herself in public. Odds are she probably would be doing that regardless of your attempts to correct her social irregularities.

Lets be honest and real for a moment. She probably doesn’t need you to be nice to her either. Like most attendees at the Fairgrounds would advice you to follow suite and ignore her outburst.

I think I’ll try on a pair of those Zubaz pants, preferably with a pair of boots,come in act crazy and see how uncomfortable I can make you.

Thanks,

Gjackson
Zubaz pants lover