An autistic man "chatted me up" at the bus stop. Then when we got on the bus he sat next to me even though there were plenty of completely free rows of seats. I almost asked him why he sat next to me when all those seats were available but he kept talking, and talk, and talking. Finally, I stopped responding and stared down. He finally left my row.
It's funny, because earlier today a man - some mental pathology was apparent - approached me, looked me in the eye, and said: "You can't speak up for your self. I feel sorry for you." Then he walked away.
And. . . I couldn't dismiss it, even though a) he didn't know me, b) he was "crazy", and c) he likely was just trying to "get a rise" out of me.
I believe that "crazy" people are on a different plane of awareness, but often speak the truth.
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