Crazy people can like.... smell us...
I was doing this dumb quiz for fun, http://psychopath.channel4.com/quizzes.html#modal-Psychopath (scored 70% - this is because I have little taste for cruelty for cruelty’s sake, I suspect.)
There was another section on trying to guess famous peoples test scores and it got me thinking about how often crazy people just gravitate towards me. And I don’t mean I live next to a low security mental health facility, I mean that no matter where I go, the crazy ones find me.
I once went to see Pirhana 3D and this guy climbed over 4 rows of seats at the end of the movie, and he was coming upwards, away from the exits. He almost bust his neck to stare at me slack jawed and ask me about my preferences for animal attack monster movies.
Last week a guy came up to me as I was buying incense, stared me in the eyes and told me there was an American nurse called Lucy stood behind me and she was my spirit guy, then waved this smelly piece of pine in my face before wandering off.
I think I’ll call these ‘crazy encounters’ and these shall be no1. crazy cinema man, and no2. acid tripping starey nutter.