It has been a crazy couple of days. If it wasn't true I wouldn't believe a word of it. This kind of thing doesn't happen in real life, it only happens in the movies.
I'm not really sure where to begin.
Yesterday I was at work. I was away from the main area of the store doing various things. When I popped up to the front one of my co workers telling me that one of our regulars who is sitting at the table is saying some very strange things. ....Now, I've seen this guy regularly for over a year and he seemed fine to me. ..a little shy and odd, but, eh, that's most people.
Well apparently yesterday he cracked. Went off the deep end. Some how the machine is running, but no ones home.
According to my co worker (thankfully I've experienced this whole tale second hand.)
He came into the store and got a cup of coffee. When he walked to the counter he started asking my co worker if she knew who he was. And she said, "um the guy who comes in and gets coffee?" He commented that the other girls would know who he is.
At some point I came out and commented that the sun had finally come out after a very dark and oppressive storm, and then walked back to where I was.
He then commented to my co worker that he is in fact God. And that the holy spirit is working its will though him. He also stated that, I, Raven Green, am to be his wife and I don't know it yet. And He's not going to ask me to marry him directly, but instead he will ask me to play a game of scrabble, and my response to that will confirm our marriage.
Apparently he sat at the table for about 15 minutes and left.
Afterwards I telephoned my manager. ..did a few things and increasingly grew more frightened. I decided to call my other 2 co workers and tell them the tale, and see if they knew the regular. ..As I was on the phone with the second, the man came back. I was still hiding in the backroom. .....He apparently became more agitated with my co worker, telling her that his mother had died. and that he would be coming back because he needed to see me (Raven Green) because I am his comfort because I am the holy spirit.
at this point I'm pretty freaked out. my co worker's previous description proved to be accurate, in that the man had a new car. Not the old brown Junker, but a sleek green one with intensely shaded windows. (Paranoid anyone? 'fraid someone's watchin' you, Buddy?)
anyway, I'm pretty freaked out at the idea that this man who is clearly insane has a misconception of the nature of our relationship is supposedly returning and I have no idea what he plans to do when he comes back and finds me.
I decide that I should call and have Becky bring the boyfriend. But, I don't get her, so I call my dad. I tell him the situation, and my father, who works in the court system, seems quite alert. And when I ask him if he could pick up the boyfriend and bring him here, he tells me, "no" and that he will be coming himself. About 6:30 my father showed up book in hand and sat for the next hour and a half and watched over my co worker and me. My father also followed me home to make sure that no one else did.
Now, here's the thing (well, one of several things.) this is entirely uncharacteristic behavior.
He usually pumps a minimal amount of fuel and comes straight in. gets come coffee or a soda, makes almost no conversation and leaves. That's It! That's what it has been for a year! Now, I don't know what brought on the change. I don't know if he has a history of mental illness and just for the hell of it picked yesterday to go off his meds. Maybe he's always medicated and the trauma of losing his mother over powered the meds. Maybe he was functioning with mental illness and the loss of his mother just pushed him off into the deep end. I dunno. All I know is that as of yesterday he is totally crazy as a loon.
Now...The Goddess was watching over me. It is not a coincidence that this man goes crazy and has a fixation on me the one day a week I get to leave at 8pm. Also, I had today off.
So, here's where the story gets really interesting, if it wasn't before.
The boyfriend and I were out close to where I work and I started jones-in' for some ice cream (I'm a girl and when I get those cravings I indulge them.) Now, the closest place to buy Ben and Jerry�s is my place of employment. I chose to take us there thinking it would be a good chance for the boyfriend to meet my favorite coworker.
Now. When I get there, she had an interesting look on her face, and she says to me, "You don't know anything, do you?" and I gave her a curious look and said, "No, is there something I should?"
She proceeds to tell me how thankfully another regular came back shortly after I left. A regular that likes us both (her more) and is ex military. She told him the whole story and he stayed there for about a half hour. Then, right as he was leaving the creepy guy pulled in, and the good guy came back in. (it was about 9pm) He apparently kept referencing himself as God. He went over and sat down and the table and started banging it loudly. My co worker called the cops (dispatch apparently heard his racket in the background.) the cops came out and took him away.
The good regular got permission to stay with my co worker while she finished closing, ...and around a little after 10pm she received a call from the guy across the street telling her that the guy that had been picked up by the cops was on his way back. He drove around the store, and according to the good regular was sitting in the back right next to my co workers car. She then called the cops again. They took him away and told him if he came back he would be arrested for trespassing.
That was yesterday.
As I've been told, he apparently came back several times today. Thank God I had warned my other 2 co workers about his behavior. He was apparently going up to many customers telling them that, "He is, He is, He is..." and I guess he was banging and shouting and making all sorts of a scene.
and yes the cops were called. and he was cuffed and taken away.
As of 9ish this evening is has been booked and boarded. I'm hoping he was taken to some medical facility and they were able to do something to help him.
And this may sound selfish, but if he has completely lost it, I want him somewhere far away from me, and if that is behind bars or somewhere softer, so be it. I don't need someone whose completely scizo to think that I'm his wife and I'm there to comfort him. I can only imagine what ways I'm supposed to "comfort" him.
Let it be known that I am seriously frightened.
If he is only being held for 24 hours they better get him on some serious meds. I don't want to spend my days looking over my shoulder and watching the corners thinking that every car that comes in is his.
Fuck. This doesn't happen in real life. It happens movies.
My life has become a fucking movie, and it isn't even a good one.
Hell, maybe it is....maybe its one of those exciting ones you watch to get a jolt or a thrill.
but goddamnit, why does it half to be my life.
What's the line from scream? Can't it just be a good porno?
2:00 a.m. - January 04, 2006
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