Crazy Guy at the library
Category: dribblings
The public library is a magnet for mental illness. I don’t know why. Probably because it’s open and there’s chairs available.
There’s a guy that’s been coming in for a couple of months now, and he’s pretty crazy. He goes and talks to the fish in the fish tank, and he’s not doing it in the way that you or I would do it. For instance if I’m feeding the fish I may say something stupid like, “Eat up, you stupid fish.” No, he goes over and starts whispering secrets to the fish.
I pretend that he’s whispering an escape plan to them.
Also, he’ll walk up to the end of a bookcase and start pressing a series of imaginary buttons. He often goes into this spontateous Tai Chi-like stance, and will then blow air out of his mouth very noisily. He walks on his tip toes. He’ll pick up the end of a table, like he’s doing exercise.
As a bonus, he often stares at me. To be fair, I totally stare at him because I’m waiting for him to bother someone so we can get rid of him.
I know, I’m cold-hearted. But while this level of crazy (sometimes he stands up and becomes a maestro to an orchestra that only he can hear/see, complete with arm waving movements.) seems mostly harmless, I don’t want it to become a full-on crazy breakdown, he has a backpack with him and I have no idea what all is in that backpack. If he ever hurt a patron, or scared a kid, I’d feel so guilty. Like, I should’ve gotten rid of that guy sooner kind of thing, right?
Anyway, whatever, that’s the public in public library. Last night he takes out some papers from his backpack and starts spreading them out over the big reference table. It looks like a bunch of maps and stuff. Then he gets some of out atlases off the shelf and it looks like he’s comparing things and taking note or whatnot.
After he leaves (a couple of hours later) I go and clean up around the table and search terminals and there’s a folded up map that’s been left behind. Groan. Crazy Guy left a map. I could tell it was a weird map, kinda old but not like a real map (no lat. or long., looked kinda hand drawn, but it was printed.) I figured it was a treasure map from a box of cereal or something. I had to open it. I was wrong.
It was a map of Middle Earth.
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OK – now who said libraries are boring?? Sounds like you can meet really interesting people! 😉
I get you on the safety issue though. that’s a tough call. You might want to call someone for advice on that. There was a story on NPR this morning about mental health workers not being safe on their jobs. I’m sure it’s available on their web site.
Thanks Jeanne, I’ll look for it.
Libraries are magnets for crazy!
Um, Jaimie, that sounds like the guy we banned from our ‘berry. I believe that he has tourettes…in addition to other issues. When Craig talked with him about his behavior disturbing other patrons, the guy revealed a very important piece of info…he thinks he is God. Told that to Craig’s face. Even left us a note at one point and signed it “God.” You probably inherited him because he can no longer come to us…I have other stories about this guy. I’ll have to share them with you next time I see you.
Carol. yeah. He showed up at our church a couple of times, also saying he was God. What did he do to get banned? because so far he hasn’t broken a rule. so we can’t be all, “Hey Crazy, you’re too crazy. Leave.”
Jaimie, Craig was pretty respectful to the guy when he asked to speak to him. He told the god-dude that several patrons had complained about his behavior (the orchestrated touching of things, the mumbling to himself, the unnerving staring at children), and that if he couldn’t control it better, he was going to have to leave. I don’t think there was much of a two sides to the conversation…Craig just told him how it was going to be. I guess god-dude knew he couldn’t control his behavior better, so he just didn’t come back. We are lucky that Craig handles these situations for us…maybe Tina will come out and talk to him (haha). I think some folks were documenting the guy’s behavior, so that may have helped. Our next step was to call the police dept. and see if they had a crazy-whisperer…