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Not a screaming drooler, I mean a person who looks and sounds sane but is nuts.

I have met a couple.

Had a party awhile back, about forty people came and crowded into our tiny apartment. At the end of the night there were about six people left. There was this blond Australian sitting and speaking to the other five people and they all sat around him listening to him.

"Sydney is one of the eight healing centers of the world. Last year, my teacher (that isn't the word he used but it was some new age babble title) showed me how to use these healing energies and I cured two people of cancer."

oooos and aaaahs followed.

"When these healing energies meet tremendous healing takes place, I can channel these forces, unfortunately none of these forces converge in Japan. It is a dry place for the soul."

a few sad sighes and more agreeing nods. I could only think of David Koresh sitting in front of his followers. Then he ended with this sudden rant against warmonger Bush, how that had anything to do with his previous healing powers I don't know. I was a little drunk and had a tremendous desire to punch him in the face. I went to bed instead.

I met a guy on the street who claimed he stopped the Holocaust with psychic powers.

Where i live we'd call him a pretentious(sp?) prat and remove his liscence to talk ;)

I am a nutcase.

I met a guy on the street who claimed he stopped the Holocaust with psychic powers.

I think he watched X-Men a few too many times.

I actually knew a nut named Bryan Reo. He went to my high school and believed he was Benito Mussolini. He also had an AK-47 and always talked about fighting for "Rhodesia". :confused:

I actually knew a nut named Bryan Reo. He went to my high school and believed he was Benito Mussolini. He also had an AK-47 and always talked about fighting for "Rhodesia". :confused:

That beats my healingman all to hell.

I saw a nutty guy in hospital when I was about 10, he was african and was speaking his native language (not english), I peered round the corner at him and he started going nutty, the doctor told me to get back away from him, so I went back to the waiting area, about 5 minutes later the guy broke free from his restraints threw 3 security officers down an esculator and ran outside to freedom.

I dunno if he ever got caught....

It was pretty scary at the time though, for me anyway....

I met a Calvinist once.

We object to the term "nutcase."

We prefer "otherly mentaled" or "Your Highness."

We object to the term "nutcase."

We prefer "otherly mentaled" or "Your Highness."

Of course, your highness.

That beats my healingman all to hell.

I think the fact he owned an AK-47 was scariest of all. That and the fact that he referred to Africans as "Kaffirs". He also called the Pope a "witch doctor".

i have a very very close friend who i suspect is crazy. not only does he tell me often about his desire to mutilate people, (yes, he has a therapist) he also thinks he was abducted by aliens.

i worked with a guy who i believe was a necropheliac. he was also active in his kids youth ministry.

my neighbor, who i thought was an awesome social worker, died dressed like a woman, with his hand down the garbage disposal. there are more- i will hit up this thread later on.

i have a very very close friend who i suspect is crazy. not only does he tell me often about his desire to mutilate people, (yes, he has a therapist) he also thinks he was abducted by aliens.

i worked with a guy who i believe was a necropheliac. he was also active in his kids youth ministry.

my neighbor, who i thought was an awesome social worker, died dressed like a woman, with his hand down the garbage disposal. there are more- i will hit up this thread later on.

wow. Born under a bad sign?

I used to work in a hostel for people with mental disabilities. If anyone ever again tries to remove one of my eyes with a fork I will kill them this time.

Jeezum crow Occy, thats disgusting... wow... I hope the therapists are good ones.

Anyway - if you want insane like over-energetic-bouncing-off-the-walls-walks-up-to-unknown-random-good-looking-girls-in-public-and-kisses-them insane, I can tell you where to meet one:

Fly into Vancouver International Airport, drive down higway 99 towards White Rock, keep going until you reach the ****** ***** exit, take the **** ****** higway until you reach ****** *****, continue down that almost until you are right on the ocean and you get to ******* street, take a left and drive until you see house number ***, go to the door, knock, wait.

Wear a thong.


:D

One time, these Islamic fundamentalists who thought Osama bin Laden was good set up a stall in a city centre street in Dublin. As an atheist I couldn't resist engaging them in debate. I throughly trashed all of the bearded man's points. Which was pretty damn pathetic given that I was 16 at the time and he was about 30.

Yes, I have.

A guy I work with. 'Nough said!

An... aquaintance of mine, we shall call her, who seemed normal to me (whatever that means) was apparently bi-polar.
Not only was she bi-polar, but she was on 900 milligrams of Lithium a day. You know, to balance her.
She ended up taking something like 6,000 milligrams of lithium, going to the hospital, and living. Nobody really knows how.
She was in a local mental hospital for a few weeks, then came back to school, normal as ever.

But hey, I wouldn't have known.

I worked in the same company in Bradford as Peter Sutcliffe (the yorkshire ripper.) I would think that he qualifies as really mad.

I worked in the same company in Bradford as Peter Sutcliffe (the yorkshire ripper.) I would think that he qualifies as really mad.
You win.

Yeah I sure have...

I dated a guy for 2 years who seemed totally normal and worshipped the ground I walked on. He was so great. Till one day, he came into the living room, pitched a fit, and ate his own feces right in front of me. One of the few times I feared for my life.



Needless to say.....We broke up ......

Yeah I sure have...

I dated a guy for 2 years who seemed totally normal and worshipped the ground I walked on. He was so great. Till one day, he came into the living room, pitched a fit, and ate his own feces right in front of me. One of the few times I feared for my life.



Needless to say.....We broke up ......
but he sounds like such a nice guy!

Well, there's my mother...
An explanation, first- my mother wants, in theory, for me to be social and have friends, but I'm the baby of the family, so she has to make sure I'm okay about once an hour. She doesn't want me out of the house without her supervision for anything except school and friends she's met, AIM is "just a front for pornographers," wearing contacts/current fashions are "too vain for a mature young man like [my]self," she expects me to go to sleep by 10 when I come home from college, etc. Basically, she does everything she can to make it impossible for any of her children to enjoy life. Luckily, she's completely divorced from reality.

Examples: She occasionally forgets her tampons in the sink. Not "slipped my kind," but completely forgets about them. She does this with a lot of things, enough that she has to "fill in the blanks" with memories that never happened, hobbled together from whatever's around at the time. So, even when she finds it an hour later, she still feels the need to blame someone else for it, even when no-one else is in the house the whole time. I got used to coming home to her yelling about my dirty sisters (who haven't lived there for six years) leaving a tampon in the sink, and being forced to admit that yes, it's just barely possible. Once, though, she blamed Connie- the dog.

More on the "forget entirely and fill in the blanks" bit- after she had knee surgery and was on morphine, it started to happen in real time. She can only keep away from work for so long, so she pulls up her E-mail on my computer, and gets into a disagreement with one of her bosses about some tiny matter. Her boss, admittedly, is a small, single-dimensional character that I could probably replicate flawlessly without a second thought, having met her four times. So mother has no trouble imagining she's holding an actual shouting match with the boss over dinner when she suddenly thinks of the perfect reason why mom is right, convincing herself she was at the meeting just a second ago, while realizing flawlessly where she is right now. In reality, though, she's muttering to herself both sides of the conversation, and acting like she's being shouted at half the time.

I'm back from college, brought a friend back with me, and we're out visiting a couple friends of mine from highschool. It's 1 AM, we're on the way back, and I stop for gas. He runs in to get a Mountain Dew. My cell rings. "Hi, mom. I'm on my wa..."

"That's no way to answer a phone, young man."

"Yes, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am."

"You have no right to be out this late and keep me up worrying. (Yes'm,Sorry) Any mother in their right mind would be terrified. You could be dead in a ditch for all I know. (YM,SM) You get right back here this instant (YM,SM)."

"Where are you?"

"I'm getting Gas, and B____'s getting some Mountain Dew."

"Caffine? Stop being so ignorant to me!" (I WTF at her choice of words)

"Yes, mother. I won't have any."

"You're cut off from spending money. (YM,SM) And we're having a talk when you get back here about respect. (YM,SM) Are you on your way yet? You need to wake up early on Monday." I should note, at this point, she hasn't been the source of my spending money for three years, and it's 1 AM Saturday, so Monday's still two days off.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'm already on my way, just pulling out of the gas station."

"You pulled over at a Gas Station at 1AM? You and your friend could have been raped or killed! You little shit! We are having a talk about responsibility...." Fortunately, she forgets everything except that it's 1:30 by the time we get back. Unfortunately, she remembers most of it in the morning.


This is all explained, though, by a one-liner she gave not-too-long-ago. "I don't understand how pot-smokers can be so skinny these days. Back when I was in college, we'd always take a hit of speed when we finished up, and it'd kick in right when we get the munchies."

I was on the bus one day (a public bus in Arizona, always a good place to find the otherly-minded), and this woman near me was speaking to some guy about Jesus. She said that he just needed to welcome Jesus into his heart, it'd be wonderful, etc., etc., etc. He kept politely declining, and eventually she turned to me and asked something to the effect of "You've welcomed Jesus into your heart, haven't you?"
My exact response: "Actually, I've been an atheist since I was nine years old." She threw a shit fit, started mumbling to herself and glancing at me all angry-like. She mumbled for like 10 straight minutes, then got off the bus. I almost exploded from restraining my laughter.

Yeah I sure have...

I dated a guy for 2 years who seemed totally normal and worshipped the ground I walked on. He was so great. Till one day, he came into the living room, pitched a fit, and ate his own feces right in front of me. One of the few times I feared for my life.



Needless to say.....We broke up ......
Maybe he was trying to fool a breathalizer...(from an earlier thread...it was...alright, fine, I should have found a link before making that joke...)

Aaaanyway...I attract nutbags like a magnet. Not sure what that says about me....

My Junior High School gym teacher-shit you not-used to talk about the debt we owed George Lucas for showing us The Force. He would talk to his dead Native American ancestors (despite not being Native American himself). Every once in a while he'd yell at a group of kids "Spread out, on hand grenade could take out all of you." (Lot of danger of that here, is there?) and "Ya know, in 'Nam it would take us three days just to reach that fence." (One day I responded with "Wow, thank god for asphault, huh?" Sooo many laps...) He had a version of Kick Ball called "Blather Ball" which was kick ball but with welt incouraging dodge ball elements added...

My first movie theater job I was trained by a guy who later went back to his high school and shot his history teacher. Thats not as funny as my gym teacher. Just weird.

Maybe he was trying to fool a breathalizer...(from an earlier thread...it was...alright, fine, I should have found a link before making that joke...)



btw...my image of you has changed ZZ../hijack

I was on the bus one day (a public bus in Arizona, always a good place to find the otherly-minded), and this woman near me was speaking to some guy about Jesus. She said that he just needed to welcome Jesus into his heart, it'd be wonderful, etc., etc., etc. He kept politely declining, and eventually she turned to me and asked something to the effect of "You've welcomed Jesus into your heart, haven't you?"
My exact response: "Actually, I've been an atheist since I was nine years old." She threw a shit fit, started mumbling to herself and glancing at me all angry-like. She mumbled for like 10 straight minutes, then got off the bus. I almost exploded from restraining my laughter.
Ooooh! I forgot a quality nut on the bus in the bay area. She didn't have enough money for the fare, but the bus driver kinda didn't care. But he was ahead of schedule so he was waiting to get back on time, as this was a 'posted' stop. But she was making a show of looking for her money, which often the bus will just go while you do that, but again, ahead of schedule. So she started barking at him to just go and that she didn't have enough money for the fare. She then sat half-way back in the bus and talked about how the (paraphrasing) moneychangers will get theirs kinda stuff and that god will strike down the greedy with his avenger angels (I was tempted to stress that the bus driver doesn't get the fair, and probably doesn't make more than her-but that would have opened a whole new can of worms...) and then said that god had sent his avenging angels into the Towers in New York!! And she was talking about the christian god-and really made it seem like god did it because bus drivers wanted the full fare. (this was only a month or so after the attacks). Right at boiling point for me my stop came up.

Well, I had the supreme pleasure of meeting some guys in Boston once who looked like they were of Fred Phelps' flock, flown right in from Kansas. They were picketing with signs like "God hates fags!" and shit like that, spouting off incomprehensible gibberish and Bible verses.

I got pissed...flipped them the birdy. They promptly called me a reprobate and told me I was going to hell.

Well DUH! Of course I'm going to hell! I'm a liberal! And liberals can only go to hell! [/sarcasm]

There is a man who wanders around Manchester with this huge (and I mean HUGE rabbit, actually the rabbit may be no more) telling everyone who knew my family that he was my dad's brother-in-law :confused:

No, we have no idea who he is or how he knows us. We just call him the 'Rabbit-Man'

I spent a few days in a psychiatric ward for observation and I met a young kid(about seventeen) who said that a secret branch of the CIA was torturing him with voodoo rituals and trying to turn him into a zombie assassin.

He spent most of my three day observation either sedated or in a padded room because he ran at a door head-first in an attempt to kill himself.

P.S. If you're crazy, never be a danger to yourself or others. Because then they let you go. :D

wow. Born under a bad sign?
totally. the sign is so long i cant read the whole thing :D

i know a lot of crazies.....maybe its california.

Ever met a nutcase in the flesh?

I once kicked a looney in the flesh of his nutcase. It was self-defense and I was in Florida.

there was a guy who insisted on wathing me embalm his mother, and then insist that he help me wrap her in, no lie , 46 yards of this purple gauzy fabric. he explained she needed it so she could stand out in mauritania,, which is where she was going after she died, because the name sounded perfect to her. he paid me in dimes, all brought in folgers coffee cans. $450, in DIMES!! i kept the cans in the supply closet, and shoved handfuls of change in my pocket when i went out for lunch, to give to the homeless guys.

there was a guy who insisted on wathing me embalm his mother, and then insist that he help me wrap her in, no lie , 46 yards of this purple gauzy fabric. he explained she needed it so she could stand out in mauritania,, which is where she was going after she died, because the name sounded perfect to her. he paid me in dimes, all brought in folgers coffee cans. $450, in DIMES!! i kept the cans in the supply closet, and shoved handfuls of change in my pocket when i went out for lunch, to give to the homeless guys.

The craziest part of that story is that you are actually an insurance broker and in a zany instance of mistaken identity, the guy thought you were a mortician. You, being too polite to contradict the grieving son, embalmed his mother in your posh downtown office while trying to keep your actual clients from finding out about the madcap hijinks that were happening just yards away.

-snip-



That so reminds me of my ex's mother, she was alot like that - albeit without the pot and ecstasy reason, she never went to college. Her moods could spin on a dime, she never let my ex go out with friends or even get a job. In short, she was one fucked up lady.

My heart goes out to you Mycon, at least you'll be old enough to move out in a few years :(

As for other fucked up people with regard to drug abuse, my uncle, who used to be the most amazing guitarist - he could seriously give some of the best guitarists I've ever heard (commercially) a run for their money. Anyway, he took the "drugs" part of sex drugs and rock and roll a bit to seriously. Now he quite closely resembles a ginger version of uncle fester - I shit you not, and when he comes round, tries to put my books in the bin because they're "evil". I'm not talking biblical stuff here, I'm talking novels etc.

I once shook John Howard's hand.

I once shook John Howard's hand.

Did you catch his insanity?

I washed it off, i think. There may still be some residue, though.

There's a woman in Leicester that dresses entirely in bin bags -complete with bandana. She spends her days screaming obsceneties at passers by and having sex with tramps. I think she qualifies...

I also used to catch a bus (in Bradford West Yorkshire) with a guy who looked like an exagerated chuckle brother (the UK people will get it) and he used to masterbate on the bus while looking right at who-ever was filling his fantasy that morning/evening...not nice.

This goes against the rules, because she is clearly nuts, but the 'Mayor of Fremont' is a muttering homeless lady that did actually manage to run for mayor once. (so everyone calls her the 'mayor of Fremont') She used to come into the store I worked at now and then, and of course locals (I was a transplant) would point her out.

I actually knew a nut named Bryan Reo. He went to my high school and believed he was Benito Mussolini. He also had an AK-47 and always talked about fighting for "Rhodesia". :confused:

I was once accused of being Mussolini by one of the less mentally together customers at the supermarket I work in. Luckily I had already noticed it was the 4th time in 5 hours that he had come into the shop to buy the exact same stuff, so I wasnt offended.

i work at friggin mcdonalds. in a neighborhood notorious for homeless people. ive been robbed twice, once by a guy who just asked if i would give him the register, and left after i said no, and the other time by a man with.... a supersoaker. i shit you not.

there was also a guy who would come and talk about being jesus's decendant. he said he could even use some of jesus's powers, but that he wouldnt because the angels would be mad and send him to hell. there was more stuff, but i ignored him pretty often.

I washed it off, i think. There may still be some residue, though.

You need some hospital strength demostos.

I once kicked a looney in the flesh of his nutcase. It was self-defense and I was in Florida.

:( Looneys have feelings, you know. :(

There are a few on this forum. :rolleyes:

There are a few on this forum. :rolleyes:

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Yeah, but that smiley is the nice kind of crazy...(like you and many other posters) There are also some annoying crazies. ;)

Yeah. My grandmother.

My ex's neighbor called the fire department some time ago, because some 'electrical apliance was smoking'. When the firemen and all the neighbors came to her apartment, nobody found anything. No smoke, no smell, nothing.
The woman insisted, that she had special eyes that nobody else has and only she can see that kind of smoke. (She dumped all electrical devices on the street a little later.)
Two weeks ago she waited fo my ex in the dark entrance hall and beat her up.
Just bruises, not too serious. It took 'bout twenty minutes for the police to show up and they only told my ex that they couldn't do anything because the other woman didn't open her door when they rang the bell.
(Who is the nut in this case?)
She also accused my ex that she had stolen her trousers and replaced it with the same fabrique but one size smaller.

I actually knew a nut named Bryan Reo. He went to my high school and believed he was Benito Mussolini. He also had an AK-47 and always talked about fighting for "Rhodesia". :confused:

Rhodesia is now called Zimbabwe. It was orginally named after Cecil Rhodes, the great British explorer who claimed chinks of Africa to be part of the Empire.

There's this schitzophrenic guy in Trenton who often stands around on street corners chain smoking Salem cigarettes and talking to the sky. Once I saw him drinking in a bar and struck up a conversation. He claimed to have been a scientist who worked on secret government mind control projects involving drugs and also claimed to have been a personal friend of Joan Baez. It was an interesting conversation.

fukuzal!

i have a very very close friend who i suspect is crazy. not only does he tell me often about his desire to mutilate people, (yes, he has a therapist) he also thinks he was abducted by aliens.

i worked with a guy who i believe was a necropheliac. he was also active in his kids youth ministry.

my neighbor, who i thought was an awesome social worker, died dressed like a woman, with his hand down the garbage disposal. there are more- i will hit up this thread later on.

while i may not be as bad as these people, my friends claim i'm 'special' as they say because the government is out to kill me through an outsourced assassination plot taken by aliens from a distant nebula. they stare in my second story window all the time and sometimes possess the neighbors dog to follow me unnoticed.... my shrink says i should stop playing video games

Rhodesia is now called Zimbabwe. It was orginally named after Cecil Rhodes, the great British explorer who claimed chinks of Africa to be part of the Empire.
Freudian slip?

There is a man who wanders around Manchester with this huge (and I mean HUGE rabbit, actually the rabbit may be no more) telling everyone who knew my family that he was my dad's brother-in-law :confused:

No, we have no idea who he is or how he knows us. We just call him the 'Rabbit-Man'
is your family famous? is yours the only family he claims to be related to?

I once knew a kid who was convinced they were a vampire. Later on in their life, when I met them, they had amazingly stabilized on their own. A bit of a social reject and still a little crazy, but stable enough to be a nice person.

Freudian slip?

He used the word correctly.

Main Entry: 1chink
Pronunciation: 'chi[ng]k
Function: noun
Etymology: probably alteration of Middle English chine crack, fissure
1 : a small cleft, slit, or fissure
2 : a weak spot that may leave one vulnerable
3 : a narrow beam of light shining through a chink

I am a crazy person. Whoo! "Hello, I'm me. Have I met myself? No, we can meet later."

He used the word correctly.

Or, it was a typo of "chunks."

Or, it was a typo of "chunks."

He was using it to refer to small portions. "Chunks" wouldn't be appropriate.

There is a man who wanders around Manchester with this huge (and I mean HUGE rabbit, actually the rabbit may be no more) telling everyone who knew my family that he was my dad's brother-in-law :confused:

No, we have no idea who he is or how he knows us. We just call him the 'Rabbit-Man'

There is? Where?! I wanna see the rabbit man!

Well, i know at least one .... he seemed somewhat normal enough ... except when he was jonesing for cigarettes and walked around wearing a garbage bag, picking up & smoking butts he'd find and would have to keep moving somewhat foot-in-front-of-other-foot in order to maintain his balance based on what he perceieved were the local vibrations of his environment .... and then he tattooed a leaf on his left cheek (i think) and ate a bunch of scrap metal for reasons he still hasn't really explained adequately - though he's still sober enough on occasions to show his scar and explain how neat it was to know he had the metal in him, like a baby. Something like that.
(he's a good artist, i have some of his work on my wall)

There was a guy on the street corner standing on an upside down milk crate saying that we're all sinners and going to hell while his children who should have been in school were selling new testaments next to him.

I'd call him crazy.

He was using it to refer to small portions. "Chunks" wouldn't be appropriate.

British claims on Africa were hardly small. We claimed virtually all of the eastern and central territories.

A while back, there was a chap who used to catch the same bus as me each day, coming back from work. He always wore a neat three-piece, pin-striped suit and bowler hat, and carried a rolled up umbrella. Every day, he would sit next to someone and politely, but insistently, try to convert them to Christianity.

One time, I was sitting on the top deck and heard raised voices coming from downstairs. This ended in his saying, in his best upper-drawer voice, "Madam, do you mind! I happen to think that saving this poor lady's eternal soul from everlasting damnation is more important than common decency, don't you?"

It made me smile; you could kind of see his point.

[QUOTE=Arribastan]An... aquaintance of mine, we shall call her, who seemed normal to me (whatever that means) was apparently bi-polar.

Ummmm... people with Bi-polar disorder are not crazy, most of the time thier the percentage of the population that have IQ's that are above average or even genius! There are actually alot of famous people who have/had bi-polar. Napolean Bonnipart,Abe Lincoln,Hemmingway,Emily Dickenson,Edgar Allen Poe,Kurt Cobain lots more I just can't remember some of them, oh, Sir Issac Newton, he had bi-polar disorder.
And they really don't appreciate being called 'nutcases', because all bi-polar really is is a chemical imbalance of the brain,so you just might want to think twice before you call someone a nut case. K?!
(I speak from experience)

Myrth :) :p :) :p

I knew a guy at my school last year who was a crazy christian fanatic. He was dating one of my close friends, and she (Who doesnt like religion much) decided to declare herself an agnostic. Anyways, the guy went nuts and pulled this tiny knife out of nowhere tried to stab her while I was standing next to her. The fight that proceeded was quite interesting, and consited of my hand hurting from puching the dude in the face to many times and my friend kicking her former boyfriend really, really hard in the nads. The he fell down and kinda cried.

Another nutcase could be my girlfriend...But she's the sexy kind of nutcase.

Another nutcase could be my girlfriend...But she's the sexy kind of nutcase.

Those are the best kind! I've met a couple. Anyway, I was riding on a bus at 6:30 A.M. and there's only one guy desides me on the bus, I suspect he was either poor or homeless. When I got on the bus, I noticed that there was liquid creeping down one side of the aisle and its starting at the seat where this guy's sitting. I pass by this guy to get to my customary seat at the back of the bus and I see that he has his dick out and is just pissing on the floor. The next day, I get on the bus at the same time, and he's pissing on the floor again!!

Another guy has become a little bit of a town legend in Kelowna (where i live). He's called the Birdman. Apparently, he went so crazy on crystalmeth (or something like it) that he now believes he's a bird. He holds his arms stretched behind him like wings and constantly runs straight at people screaming "CAW CAW".

He was using it to refer to small portions. "Chunks" wouldn't be appropriate.When you dissect a joke, the effect is the same as when you dissect a frog- it's dead.

I guess with certain problems I've had/have, I could count as one...(seriously)

Ummmm... people with Bi-polar disorder are not crazy, most of the time thier the percentage of the population that have IQ's that are above average or even genius! There are actually alot of famous people who have/had bi-polar. Napolean Bonnipart,Abe Lincoln,Hemmingway,Emily Dickenson,Edgar Allen Poe,Kurt Cobain lots more I just can't remember some of them, oh, Sir Issac Newton, he had bi-polar disorder.
And they really don't appreciate being called 'nutcases', because all bi-polar really is is a chemical imbalance of the brain,so you just might want to think twice before you call someone a nut case. K?!
(I speak from experience)

Maybe you missed the part where she took six fucking thousand milligrams of Lithium?

I didn't say the bi-polar was crazy. I was refrencing the lithium OD.

I didn't know you could survive after taking that much Lithium. That's pretty crazy!

I went to an asylum as a fieldtrip (don't ask) and there was one guy that just hated everybody. He wasn't hostile or anything but he just hated everyone. I asked him if he hated me and he said he did. When I asked him why he didn't have any reasons. He hates everyone he ever lays his eyes upon.

There's one other guy that told me that George Bush is a nice person.

There's one other guy that told me that George Bush is a nice person.

Yeesh, that guy's out of his mind! No wonder he's in that place!

My friend thought that we were all really just balls of different coloured energy. And some of these energy balls were special, because they had to fight against these other energy balls (which were evil coloured) in order to save the world. Oddly enough, his energy ball was Gold which meant that he was the leader and would be the one doing the fighting in order to save everyone from the Black and his evil sidekick the Red.

This was after he thought he was a demonic Vessel, a demon, the Angel Gabriel and the reincarnation of Christ.

And my other friend actually told our computer teacher that it was a demon in her body rather than her. Her real self was in another dimension being a Vampire Slayer type person.

I neber took them too seriously since all this started shortly after they became Buffy fans. There's enjoying the show and there's becoming delusionally fanatic about the show.

I think they've stopped this now. Well, the second one has. I haven't seen rainbow boy for several years.

Wouldn't that much lithium explode in your mouth?

Wouldn't that much lithium explode in your mouth?
I don't understand. Lithium carbonate is an anticonvulsant that used to be quite commonly prescribed. I've never heard anything about explosive properties...

Oh, i thought it was raw lithium, which would explode upon contact with water. Basically, it oxydixes violently, then the released hydrogen burns... or something.

There was this guy at my marina, where we keep our boat, who walked in off the street with his shirt off, walked up to my uncles boat, and started swearing at my sister. The police came, in both boats and cars. Before they cuffed him, he put his hand in his pocket, took something out, held it to the sky and yelled
"I got the KEY!"

I can't believe this thread is still around.

Another guy has become a little bit of a town legend in Kelowna (where i live). He's called the Birdman. Apparently, he went so crazy on crystalmeth (or something like it) that he now believes he's a bird. He holds his arms stretched behind him like wings and constantly runs straight at people screaming "CAW CAW".
I'm not sure how true this is but a friend said he met a guy who thought he was a glass of Orange Juice after letting two sheets (200 hits) of acid absorb into his back.

I'm not sure how true this is but a friend said he met a guy who thought he was a glass of Orange Juice after letting two sheets (200 hits) of acid absorb into his back.That's very possible... I once thought a wall was insulting my middle sister after taking a few grams of Codiene, preceded by a few Long Islands. I continued to shout at it and insult its mother until I ran out of stuff to say, and then we got into a fistfight.

Not exactly the same, but since I was on much less serious drugs, it could happen.

Has anyone here been in an asylum, man their freaky!

I saw a beggar on the road, he asked me for some money.

Out of compasssion. I gave him 1 Ringgit.

He ate it and swallowed it completely. I asked him, why did he do that? He says it's to keep it for later, and it's a safety precaution so that other beggars don't rob him.

hmm.. now that I think of it.. he's not a nutcase after all. :p Well, just had to share the story.

Has anyone here been in an asylum, man their freaky!

*raises hand* But I'm feeling much better now. :D

*raises hand* But I'm feeling much better now. :D

Me too, but for a while I was feelin more screwed up than when I went in, like happy but manic, one day I sang nonstop on a bus at the top of my voice all the way from from Glebe to the city, those poor people on the bus.
Lo9okin back now I realise the pills were makin me abit too happy and not really right at all. But I couldnt see it at the time, everything was like happy happy joy joy for about a year, the sun was shinion the birds were singin 24/7.

having worked in secure mental institutes with some of the most notorious british criminals lets just say I have met a few 'inbalanced personalities' and leave it at that ;)

My boyfriend's psychotic, my cousin is nuts and thinks we should be able to sculpt using laser beams, an done of my best mates thinks he is chewbacca.
My uncle talks Pidgin English so he sounds nuts, and my grandfather used to put the boot polish - and the shoes - in the fridge. :rolleyes:

an done of my best mates thinks he is chewbacca.
:rolleyes:
I think we have all had our Chewbacca phase or Chew-bARKER as the Yanks say, mine unfortunately lasted several years and caused me after one mall incident, to be locked away for five months.

I'm not sure how true this is but a friend said he met a guy who thought he was a glass of Orange Juice after letting two sheets (200 hits) of acid absorb into his back.

That's an urban legend. That guy "lived next door to my best friends ex-girlfriends cousins friend" right here in Reykjavík.

I've been told I was insane once, but I had six cokes and a beer....Mabye they don't mix well...


By the way....

The world will end on a Tuesday!

Good. Nobody will expect it.