Ok so not exactly...
So Im driving home from the store earlier today before poker and I see this little hunched over lady walking in the rain, its like 50 degrees and raining hard and she reminded me of my way late grandmother with osteoporosis. I pulled over and asked if she wanted a ride, she says yes after sizing me up and gets in. This is not something I normally do. I don't think I'm a great person for picking her up. In fact normally I would have ignored it. This time I felt compelled.
I take her to her semi assisted living apartment complex and while we sit in her parking lot saying our goodbyes and thank yous she starts to tell me that the people at the complex are trying to put her away and that someone just tried to kill her.
Im like here we go... Drexel hired some old broad to fuck my brain into corn meal mush even harder than it is, fucking great. Anyway she says they want her dead because she won't stop telling everyone the truth. Of course at this point my heart skips a beat or two because her tone and vocabulary are my mk ultra triggers and at the end of the day I am Sheboon Pickens and I do think the "world" is a joke and I have the most unegotistical way possible of justifying to myself that I am THE boss n-word on self imposed or God imposed time out.
Then she just goes for it. She asks me if I've looked in the sky lately. She tells me the contrails are chemtrails yada yada yada.
That the government wants old people to die because they cost too much....so they are making poision medicine and food for old people.
That we are all one being connected through an invisible energy...That we are all brothers and sisters. That we are all implanted with microchips. Of course this isn't anything gratifying for me to hear. To be honest it's fucking annoying. Sure the world isn't right. Sure they will do anything. Sure if they wanted us dead they would kill us... but honestly this chemtrail thing has always been like the flat earth level of annoyance for me. I think the sweet old lady could see how perturbed I was by my expression.
Then she hit me with my other trigger that I can't overcome even if I feel most likely I am being played or I am talking to a lunatic. She asked me if I thought she was crazy and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes because as anyone who knows me at all they could probably guess that's a sore spot for me. All my guard of course goes out the window at that time and I just blab any and everything I can think of to make this Everbody Love's Raymond's Mom looking broad feel better. At that point I felt compelled to make her feel better even more than the ouija board feeling to pick her up in the first place.
I tell her I love her and thank her for everything she has done for me and humanity, that I believe her and I dont think she is crazy.
So I tell her about some websites where she can find like minded individuals so she can not feel so alone...she says she will never use the internet and never has because "they" can get to you that way!!! I was flabbergasted. Any thought of her coming by her information in a non magical way pretty much went out the window at that point. Of course I still fight my nature and instead of assuming she is momma from heaven I assume that she has neck bearded grandson that fills her in on all the memes. All that thought process took me under one second. But instead...
I asked how she learned all this. she replies..."growing old" and watching things.
So she is getting kicked out of her assisted living complex and put on the street... she is well over 80 and I live in a town of 2500 people on the edge of National Forrest.
I cant believe this. I think God may have sent us to each other. This is the first night I've lost playing live at my usual spot in like 10 sessions. I can't stop thinking about the old broad.
Is this just your every day empath dealing with a crazy dementiad to the fullest old broad or is this divine intervention? She felt like an Angel to me... Like a Goddess. In a world without annoying things like dicks and balls I would want to be around no one more than I want to be around her. Young broads are straight trash homie. I wish my Grandma who she reminded me of was still around. I wish she would have been around for the crazy part of my life. She's been gone 15 years and some family members are still jealous over my relationship with her. She's my only family member that gave me the benefit of every doubt. She's the only family member that unapologetically favored me over all of them. To this day I pay for her love for me. This lady was the closest thing to my wonderful Grandma that I've encountered since 2001.
I know this post will get me hate, whatever. I almost forgot that writing something down and hitting submit is a major way to stop thinking about something so fuck you.
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Originally Posted by SetofKs
