Sanity Karma

I'm wondering if I've somehow offended the sanity karma gods with the last post. Because my weekend has been bookended with wackos.

I was awakened on Saturday morning with a crank call from a pervert. However, being a rather uncommon human, I managed to get him to hang up on the call before any serious mental trauma was inflicted. Still, it's maddening that there are humans out there who think nothing of dialing up complete strangers and inflicting their own brand of perversions upon them.

Then, this evening was punctuated with a distress call from a traveler in our community. Apparently, she called several crisis response organizations, multiple law enforcement agencies, and as far as I know she could have called the psychic friends network too. Within 20-25 minutes I learned that she had an abusive marriage sometime in the past, she was being stalked by a member of our armed forces, and met and became engaged to a man in Dec. She also discussed her mental health issues, physical health issues (in disgusting detail), and income sources. I still don't know if she were looking for medical care, psychiatric commitment, or money for gas. I learned that she has at least two homes in different communities in this state - and that she has a home in another state. She has grown children, disabilities, diagnosed mental health disorders, too many prescriptions that she plays mix and match with, and that she has a wide vocabulary of profanities.

Every attempt I made to clarify the purpose of her calling The Super Bongo was met with too many details about some other unrelated aspect of her life. Every suggestion for solution was met with a laundry list of why it was utterly impossible and I, a complete stranger, should have known that.

I marvel at the human ability to say too much and nothing at the same time. I frequently find myself in the position of trying to help humans find solutions for their difficulties -- many times, I discover that the best way to find the solution is to help them figure out what the root problem is and go from there. Unfortunately, sometimes the root of the problem can be found in the mirror.

The fun note for the weekend was that I was able to introduce The Phenom to something called a White Castle cheeseburger. Imagine living all those years without ever having one. The Phenom declared them to be a wonder and is counting the days until the experience can be repeated. White Castle is to the Phenom as Krispy Kreme is to The Super Bongo. There's an analogy you'll never see on the LSAT, GRE, or SAT. If you do, I guess that will just let me know my level of influence and relative power over humanity.