My local gas station had some weirdos. Once I saw a guy leave the gas station bathroom and start making gesture at nothing. Another time, this lady was standing near the road and yelling at random cars. I have not returned to that station.
Once I was sitting at a bus stop outside of a hospital, smoking a cigarette, and there was this chick who was walking around talking to her "mother" (her mom was not there...) she looked quite dishevled. She was saying all kinds of rude things about me. Then she turned around and asked me for a cigarette.
I don't know, I think those fuckers can smell empathy or something. Lately I've been spending a lot of time with a friend who is schizophrenic and getting to know all his triggers and mood swings... or maybe the only reason he makes sense to me is because I'm already one of them and just don't know it yet. But THEY do.
I'm actually quite certain I'm crazy, I just happen to be a highly functioning, so they can't get me. It's just a matter of making sure the bills keep getting paid, not attacking people, and keeping good hygiene.
Then again, I'm pretty sure everybody is some degree of crazy. The only difference between a delusion and reality is that a lot of people agree on "reality."