iridescentblack
Bluelighter
I'm addicted to adrenaline and the fear that comes with being a public nuisance and what might happen if people try to have me arrested for it.
I've been arrested in the past for being a public nuisance. I used to pull off harmless pranks and the cops would get called. Of course, they didn't have anything valid to pin on my record so they'd send me to hospitals to be evaluated. Often the doctors would write a script or call my guardians and I'd be off the hook. But there's something about the adrenaline I get that drives me to be a bigger nuisance in the future.
Going nowhere with my life, I've recently recovered from schizoaffective disorder and my psychiatrist is taking me off medications soon. I really have no plans. No drive to get a job. I like being in public and socializing with people. There's something about walking along the side walk and occasionally moving my hands around that gets people in their cars all worked up. Sometimes they splash me when the roads are wet. Sometimes they veer off the road because they're busy looking at me in their mirror. I don't like the attention, but I guess it doesn't bother me much either. When people give me bad vibes I just start moving my hands around like a sorcerer. I can't help it.
Anyway, my fear is that one of these days, people will see me from their big SUV's and trucks moving my hands around like a sorcerer and pull over and start a fight. (There have been instances where people have turned around to go by me a second or third time). I love it, when that happens. I feel the butterflies in my guts and it gets me all warm in a way like being next to a fireplace after a cold day playing in the snow. I wouldn't consider myself immature. I am very grown up and can easily hold adult conversations without taking things like potential innuendos out of context and playing around while people are trying to be serious. I just feel like I'll end up like one of those nutcases on the news who everyone kinda thought was kooky and weird but not hurting anyone and then some derelict decided to beat him to death with a baseball bat. Or like Jesus, hung up on a cross until he was dead and shit, before being resuscitated and brought to Kashmir.
I've been arrested in the past for being a public nuisance. I used to pull off harmless pranks and the cops would get called. Of course, they didn't have anything valid to pin on my record so they'd send me to hospitals to be evaluated. Often the doctors would write a script or call my guardians and I'd be off the hook. But there's something about the adrenaline I get that drives me to be a bigger nuisance in the future.
Going nowhere with my life, I've recently recovered from schizoaffective disorder and my psychiatrist is taking me off medications soon. I really have no plans. No drive to get a job. I like being in public and socializing with people. There's something about walking along the side walk and occasionally moving my hands around that gets people in their cars all worked up. Sometimes they splash me when the roads are wet. Sometimes they veer off the road because they're busy looking at me in their mirror. I don't like the attention, but I guess it doesn't bother me much either. When people give me bad vibes I just start moving my hands around like a sorcerer. I can't help it.
Anyway, my fear is that one of these days, people will see me from their big SUV's and trucks moving my hands around like a sorcerer and pull over and start a fight. (There have been instances where people have turned around to go by me a second or third time). I love it, when that happens. I feel the butterflies in my guts and it gets me all warm in a way like being next to a fireplace after a cold day playing in the snow. I wouldn't consider myself immature. I am very grown up and can easily hold adult conversations without taking things like potential innuendos out of context and playing around while people are trying to be serious. I just feel like I'll end up like one of those nutcases on the news who everyone kinda thought was kooky and weird but not hurting anyone and then some derelict decided to beat him to death with a baseball bat. Or like Jesus, hung up on a cross until he was dead and shit, before being resuscitated and brought to Kashmir.