I, and others, frequently kid about people who are crazy. In fact, it's even reached near compliment level. Clearly, no one who compliments their pals with the term "crazy" has ever seen a real crazy person.
Today, I managed to find myself in a small room with a real, live crazy person. And, with some degree of horror, I realized the crazy person was between me and the door.
Crazy person swung back and forth between standing in a corner and banging her head on the wall to violently angry to very child-like and asking for pizza. Crazy person shredded her turkey sandwich and threw it on the floor. Crazy person gobbled canned peaches with her fingers - and then threw half of them on the floor. Crazy person took off her clothes and threw them away.
It was one of the most terrifying experiences with a human I've ever had. She had this very intense stare that really made me think she was trying to figure out which of her pinkie fingers she was going to use to kill me.
I finally managed, while she was throwing her food about, to call for help and the people with the special coat with arms that tie in the back came to my rescue. I was disappointed they didn't have a net. But, they saved me, and really, that's enough.
Now that I'm once again warm and cozy in my home, I have to wonder, what do you humans do to get yourselves in such states? Is it years of cruelties? Drugs? Families who aren't family-like? What?
But, I'm likely to be much more restrained in my use of the word crazy in the future.
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