“Hello, friend, it’s me, CRAZY! Yeah, CRAZY! So good to hear your voice.”

innerSpaceman · 04-20-2005, 04:00 PM

I've always thought that cellphones were God's Gift to crazies. Now they are free to talk to themselves all the bright day long, as long as they keep one hand in a phoneholdular posture.

I have, for the past several years, taken to releasing my inner baglady and often go around the streets talking out loud to myself while holding my dead cellphone to my ear. It's priceless and I love it. There I go doing the most insane public thing I can think of other than peeing down my pantleg ... and everyone accepts it completely, the world never bats its collective eye.

I can't wait for the day when technology allows me to pee down my pantleg without getting noticed!

Eliza Hodgkins 1812 · 04-20-2005, 04:11 PM

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I can't wait for the day when technology allows me to pee down my pantleg without getting noticed!

LMFAO.

I talk to myself. I try to do this when I'm alone. Mostly I try to keep the monologue inside my own head. I was listening to my headphones on the subway and noticed a cute girl staring at me and smiling. I was thrilled that this adorable lesbian found me so attractive, but then I felt my throat moving, and realized that I'd been, for probably about 20 minutes, talking to myself. Because of my headphones I couldn't hear what I was saying. I have these internalized conversations but I must have started moving my lips, and then because I couldn't hear myself, I spoke up. I can't remember what I was saying or thinking, but I bet I was talking back and forth as if speaking to another person. And I'm pretty sure I looked insane. I do believe I gave her a horrified look of apology and shook my head, blushing madly.

Claire · 04-20-2005, 04:43 PM

OMG, we went to our library branch today just a few blocks from our house and Crazy Library Lady was sitting in the foyer, rocking, plastic bags at her feet, and reading a dictionary-like book out loud.

No phone. Just chanting and rocking.....everyday. The kids don't even notice her anymore. The only reason I gave her any notice is because I'd thought about starting a thread about her and any other local crazies out there.

For example, Doll Lady who used to carry these dirty dolls around town because (supposedly) her children died in a fire.

Or Superman/Spiderman who used to walk around downtown in full costume and in full character.

Or Box Man, who used to drive around town in a huge ass station wagon, collecting cardboard boxes and flattening them and filling his highly flammable house to the ceiling with cardboard........

Or my favorite....Martha the witch who used to "cast spells" on us as we threw rotten fruit at her mailbox in high school......and who used to drive around town in long flowy dresses with a dog in a basket on her bike ala Wicked Witch of the West!

Eliza Hodgkins 1812 · 04-20-2005, 04:53 PM

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For example, Doll Lady who used to carry these dirty dolls around town because (supposedly) her children died in a fire.

That's it, I'm moving in with you. Make a room available, ASAP. I want to live in your town, and I want to see life through your funny eyes.

Doll Lady + Cyborg Chinese Crazy Lady 4-eva!

DwoernAdale · 04-21-2005, 01:21 PM

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Originally Posted by innerSpaceman

I have, for the past several years, taken to releasing my inner baglady and often go around the streets talking out loud to myself while holding my dead cellphone to my ear. It's priceless and I love it. There I go doing the most insane public thing I can think of other than peeing down my pantleg ... and everyone accepts it completely, the world never bats its collective eye.

Apparently you are far from alone iSm.

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/...in689651.shtml

BarTopDancer · 04-21-2005, 02:44 PM

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Originally Posted by innerSpaceman

I have, for the past several years, taken to releasing my inner baglady and often go around the streets talking out loud to myself while holding my dead cellphone to my ear. It's priceless and I love it. There I go doing the most insane public thing I can think of other than peeing down my pantleg ... and everyone accepts it completely, the world never bats its collective eye.

I do that when I don't want to talk to my neighbors or when I was trying to avoid a confrontation with my crazy ex-neighbors.

Just make sure your phone is on silent lest it ring when you're on a 'call'

CoasterMatt · 04-22-2005, 06:08 AM

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I can't wait for the day when technology allows me to pee down my pantleg without getting noticed!

Just ride the Metro Rapid, nobody'll pay you any mind...

04-20-2005, 04:00 PM	#1
innerSpaceman Kink of Swank Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Inner Space Posts: 13,075	I've always thought that cellphones were God's Gift to crazies. Now they are free to talk to themselves all the bright day long, as long as they keep one hand in a phoneholdular posture. I have, for the past several years, taken to releasing my inner baglady and often go around the streets talking out loud to myself while holding my dead cellphone to my ear. It's priceless and I love it. There I go doing the most insane public thing I can think of other than peeing down my pantleg ... and everyone accepts it completely, the world never bats its collective eye. I can't wait for the day when technology allows me to pee down my pantleg without getting noticed!
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Claire Shagilicious Disneyland!! Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Fulfilling my destiny..... Posts: 740	OMG, we went to our library branch today just a few blocks from our house and Crazy Library Lady was sitting in the foyer, rocking, plastic bags at her feet, and reading a dictionary-like book out loud. No phone. Just chanting and rocking.....everyday. The kids don't even notice her anymore. The only reason I gave her any notice is because I'd thought about starting a thread about her and any other local crazies out there. For example, Doll Lady who used to carry these dirty dolls around town because (supposedly) her children died in a fire. Or Superman/Spiderman who used to walk around downtown in full costume and in full character. Or Box Man, who used to drive around town in a huge ass station wagon, collecting cardboard boxes and flattening them and filling his highly flammable house to the ceiling with cardboard........ Or my favorite....Martha the witch who used to "cast spells" on us as we threw rotten fruit at her mailbox in high school......and who used to drive around town in long flowy dresses with a dog in a basket on her bike ala Wicked Witch of the West! __________________ Miles: It tastes like the back of a fing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull**. Fin' Raid. Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.
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