Featherhead Man, I-Shot-the-Sherrif Lady, and the Screamers
Have you ever wondered what goes through the minds of the people who wander through city streets singing aloud, screaming, shouting, yelling, muttering under their breath, or doing other random strange things without seeming to notice anybody else around?
In high school there was a girl we called called "Crazy Laura". She believed she was a princess from another planet with a hundred brothers and sisters, and used to tell us stories about them. She used to spin around in circles as she sang in the gymnasium and was always involved in assemblies (usually doing a lip-sync of some kind). She did all of this as though it was completely normal. While this was a source of great amusement for some, I always kinda felt bad for her and wondered if she even realized how we looked at her.
Every city has them - the people who become minor celebrities because of their bizarre behaviour. On another random blog wandering, I stumbled upon the writings of a woman who must be to her city what the Featherhead Man is to Windsor.
This woman alternates between using her real name, a pseudonym (how do you like that word?!) and calling herself GOD. She mentions being in jail, living in homeless shelters, getting kicked out of bars, and seems to classify people are either angels or demons - including celebrities and politicians - listing their names and her explanation in several posts. After reading a few posts, I found letters written to hiphop artists and Dick Cheney, and a man who is apparently a soulmate (they haven't met but apparently JFK was supposed to bring them together one day). Apparently this individual felt that it was okay to list her full name, social security number, and mailing address (so any immigrants who wanted to use the information would be able to get whatever documents they needed). Anyway, I read all of the posts listed on her main page - just couldn't stop reading.
A little while back Laura had a post up asking what to do with a person who is clearly crazy but obviously doesn't know it. I had no real advice for her except to just act like everything is normal (so nobody will get hurt).
Don't know what the point of this post is - except to maybe say that I'm darn glad to not have ended up with a career in psychology. Just don't think I would have been able to have an ordinary conversation with a person named God.