“I worked at a gas station when I was in high school. Every day around the same time for a couple months this really cute guy would come in for the restroom and head out. Eventually, I started being friendlier and he’d stop for a second to chat and eventually he’d ask if I’d like to hear a poem.
I’d gush about how great it was and he’d go about his way. This guy was gorgeous so that clouded my judgement. His poems made no sense and got weirder as time went on. My coworker/Bff urged me to stop being so friendly as he gave her the creeps. I, being 15 and boy crazy, ignored this.
This went on for months until one day he ran in with his hair in pigtails and cat-type whiskers drawn on his face and locked himself in the bathroom for over an hour. I knocked on the door several times and heard him talking as if on the phone(this was pre-cellphones being normal-I had a pager).
Finally he busts out clutching a half dissolved urinal cake up to his ear and says, “Someone left me a clue. I finally found it! Farewell!”
He ran away down the street and we never saw him again. Yeah, so not an eccentric poet. :/”
“I had an extremely clingy friend that texted and tried to call me fifty million times a day. Well I was having a really sh*tty day and I wasn’t in the mood to converse with her at all and just ignored her. She called the police and told them she thought I had committed suicide. That was fun.”
“I was at a Halloween party several years ago with a secondary/tertiary friend group. You know the kind. I was kinda friends with some of them, only barely knew others. But it was a costume party and I didn’t have anywhere else to be, so I went.
There was a guy who was near to the center of said group that was always a lil f*cky. Everyone called him Prison ‘his name’ because he had been to prison. I had run into him a few years before when I was maybe 14 and he offered me $20 to show him my tits.
He was at least 20 at that time. Real class act. Well during the party he pulls out a LOADED F***ING GUN and starts waving it around saying he could end it all right there or some sh*t.
Two guys manage to get it from him. Now he’s pissed and running around the house yelling. A third guy steps in and decides to break down the gun. So like one guy has all the bullets and one guy gets the actual gun. Someone else took the clip.
NO ONE ELSE reacted. They were just like “welp. Typical Prison Name behavior”. So that’s the day I decided that entire circle was batsh*t crazy.”
“My ex girlfriend started dressing as a school girl and meeting a taxi driver 3 times her age. She also banged on about jesus and being a good Christian. She called 2 years ago and apologised for being terrible saying she had some personality disorder. I had already determined that.”
“There’d been a few instances before where my Grammy (Grandma) had done a few bizarre things that made me think she was somewhat crazy.
The one that confirmed it was when I was at my sisters wedding as a groomsman and she snuck up behind me and pulled my pants down in front of everyone.”
One of my co-workers, a middle aged woman whom we’ll call Karen. Definitely not my favorite person to talk to and/or work with as our personalities and (political) views always seem to be complete opposites of each other.
Karen makes these completely irrelevant, irrational and extreme statements out of the blue all the time, often notably just to disagree with me or one of the many other people that she can’t get along with.
Another co-worker’s cat died some time ago, and after autopsy it appeared that the cat ate a poisoned sponge. You’ll often hear about cat or dog haters that poison snacks and scatter them around here in the Netherlands.
That co-worker obviously had a hard time coping with the death of his cat and while we were talking about it with a group of co-workers, Karen barges in and says that she can completely understand why people poison cats or dogs, because she can’t stand the fact that cats come in her backyard and shit there. She even stated that she’d do it too. Yup, ever since then I know she’s crazy.
“One of my former coworkers. She was nice enough but didn’t progress beyond a grade school education. She was married to a man 20 years her senior, they lived in a trailer straight out of Deliverance. Anyway, she kept coming in every 6-7 months trying to give away the kittens her cats kept producing.
After a couple rounds of this, we asked her why she didn’t get her cats fixed. According to her- ‘Oh we did that, but his balls grew back.’ The saddest part was, any kittens she couldn’t find homes for her husband ended up drowning. He was one of those ‘it’s just a dumb animal’ types. God, they made me mad.”
“My brother started dating this girl and I thought she was a little clingy and insecure, but I chalked it up to being a little nervous around her new boyfriend’s family. However, she had been with my brother for less than 6 months when I got engaged. In a conversation about wedding dates, I said I wanted to get married in October.
She immediately got upset and started crying to my brother. She didn’t want me to steal her “dream wedding date” and she told me that the entire month of October was off limits. She expected my brother to propose to her and they’d get married that year. Yep. She cray.
Luckily my brother eventually realized she was a little unhinged and dumped her ass. And I had my wedding in October.”
“My brother’s ex wife once went batsh*t, screaming and yelling, threatening to set her hair on fire and cut herself because her own baby was getting more attention than her.”
Her: (looking very upset) I dreamed of my (deceased) father last night. Me: Ohh well, so how did it go?
Her: DON’T YOU KNOW THAT WHEN A GIRL DREAMS OF HER DECEASED FATHER THAT MEANS THAT MY PARTNER IS CHEATING ON ME?? WHY DID YOU DO IT?? I TRUSTED YOU!! (sobbing starts)