People Really Are Insane

A Forgone Conclusion 

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I do seriously believe some people have gone off the deep end. Their elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top. Out of control lunatics and crazy assassins. There are those of us who walk around with no manners. I’ve seen them, I’ve experienced their stench and I do not condone it. In other words, they are batshit crazy. 

There are many different types of people in this world. But do they all need to meet in the same place at the same time? Converging on us all like some sort of weird space alien creature with bulging eyes and three fingers on each hand. You all know who you are invading earth with no sorry and no regrets. Take me as I am. You are the weird one. I'm normal, look at me and tell me I am not.

Dress Accordingly

If it’s 20 degrees outside what makes you think you should wear flip flops a tank top and shorts? Because I’ve seen it. It doesn’t matter how big or small you are cold is cold. Glancing at their feet doesn’t do me any favors either because there is at least a year's worth of crust built up on their heels. Their toenails curl down and almost touch the floor. When you look up, they are grinning at you with that my elevator doesn't go all the way to the top look in their eyes. When they open their mouth, they remove all doubt because half their teeth are missing and the ones that are still clinging to life are black and rotted. You know they aren’t coming in for toothpaste and a toothbrush. That has long since fallen by the wayside. 

Mirrors Work Wonders

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Or maybe it’s the girl who wears an outfit that she shouldn’t have gone out of the house wearing. You don’t want to look but you have to. Once you look, you cannot look away. It’s as if you are hypnotized, maybe you think it’s a funhouse mirror because it truly cannot be real. Except it is. This girl's hair is greasy and matted and the look she gives you is a look of pure hatred. Her answers are short and clipped, she gathers her bag and leaves, you slowly exhale because you know you’ve dodged a bullet there. Engaging in any conversation would not have been pleasant. She was an accident waiting to happen.

Seriously

How about the guy who wears the shirt that expresses his political views. He looks at you like he’s daring you to make a comment. You think there are better things you could be doing like sticking your finger in a light socket. The slightly psychotic look in his eyes tell you anything that may pop into your head is better left unsaid. He complains how expensive everything is and runs out the door. 

Use Your Inside Voice Please

The other day I ran across the girl who thinks it’s her God given right to be loud and obnoxious. She doesn’t care who hears her or what she says. She doesn't have the grace to be embarrassed by her actions. She immerses herself in her own flatulence. The aura around her stinks to high heaven and she revels in it. She’s proud to be loud, and she thinks everyone should be interested in anything that comes out of her mouth. Most people try to avoid her, and don’t look her in the eye. Her aura may rub off on them.

We all may be on the strange side. Who’s to say. Maybe people think I’m the weird one. I’ll always put on a good front in public. Forever polite and friendly. Hello and have a nice day. 

I’m positive there are people out there who live in an alternate universe. They know they do, and they roll in it. 

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To each his own. Their greasy fingers can stay away from me. Batshit crazy or not. I’m good with them from a distance. 

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Please don’t enter my orbit.

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