I can't help it. I'm a magnet for the eccentric, the bizarre, and the mentally disturbed. I don't mean that in a dismissive way, as it keeps life interesting. In fact, the one completely normal person I met and spent a significant amount of time with bored the ever loving shit out of me. There were no surprises with this person, no questioning the sanity of their decisions. Really nice person, but boring as all get out.

There's the bad crazy that gravitate towards me: the ones that just don't get the hint when you blatantly tell them to eff off. They get borderline stalkerish, showing up at the front door or finding questionable ways to get my information. Then there's the amusing crazy type. They never do anything to hurt anyone, but man, do they have some hangups. I knew one guy who liked to pretend to be a viking. He abruptly disappeared one day, apparently moving to another state. I found out from a former roommate of his who got my number and was searching for his other half of the rent. That's the thing with the eccentric-types. They tend to up and disappear at a whim.