Sometimes things get weird when you talk to someone...
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I believe I once talked with a psychopath, and it was really weird. We were conversing normally when the whole conversation took a dark turn, like about death and stuff. It seemed that he really enjoyed the topic. At some point we looked at each other like we both knew it.
Talking with my friend.
Friend =F.
Me=M.
F: so, what do you dream about?
M: ripping people apart.
F: Me too!
M: mainly the people I care about.
F: okay...?
F: who have you ripped apart the most?
F: how many times have you ripped me apart?
M: to question 1 my crush (who she doesn't know who it is)
M: to question 2 umm... 145 times. I THINK.
M: I might have ripped you apart more than that.
M: probably not less though.
*Other friend of ours enters the conversation*
O.F.: so what are you talking about?
M and F: ripping people apart.
F: Hey, how many times have you ripped her apart?
M: 56.
O.F.: ummm...
*Other friend exited the conversation*
F: oh! I wanted to show you this cool website.
*end of weird conversation*
*dramatic bow*
I was in high school & part of a group that traveled out of state for a conference. They had a student art show there & I had submitted a painting. I was alone the small room, looking at all the artwork when a guy approached me. He was tall & stood very close to me. His eyes were kind of "buggy" & he gave me the creeps. He asked which painting was mine. I answered & then politely asked about his. He said something like, "Oh, I don't have one. But I wish I could hang YOU up on the wall."
When I was little I went to this camp. Camp was perfectly normal and we did typical stuff for camp ( ie. tubing, kayaking, hikes, etc.) However, there was this one counselor who was a bit out of it. One day I saw some fish in the pond and went up to ask him what kind they were. He told me they were bass and we chatted for a bit. Then, completely out of the blue he whooped really loudly and began to laugh like a maniac. I ran off to my friend and did not interact with the counselor the rest of camp. Weird.
During a group session in therapy, we were asked to have a conversation about nonsense. I believe the goal was to assess the extent of our imagination.
Well, asking people with mental disorders and some who were delusional to talk nonsense was asking for trouble.
I was partnered with a guy called Grant and it went as follows:
Grant: Do you know Andrew Coalfield?
Me: The one legged pole vaulter?
G: No the Tattoo artist!
M: Yeah, it's the same guy. He opened his shop after he won gold in the Olympics.
G: No! He's got 2 legs. He did this *He lifts his top to show a tattoo of a Triceratops being kill by a weird-looking rodent*
Now I've realised that Grant hasn't grasped the task and is just having a "normal" conversation
M: WTF is that? *pointing at the rodent*
G: It's a Muskrat. They got them in Australia
M: There ain't muskrats in Australia! They're pretty much everywhere EXCEPT Australia, and Africa, they don't got them in Africa. Or the UK, as far as I'm aware.
G: Well it an Australian Muskrat isn't it!
M: No! There's no such thing!
G: There f'ing is! They are 46ft tall and they're wot killed all them dinosaurs.
M: An asteroid killed the dinosaurs!
G: It didn't! It was the muskrats! They kill 'em all and ate 'em. They're the only surviving dinosaurs!
M: They're not even Dinosaurs! They're fecking mammals! They're about a foot tall... if that. They're like little beaver things without that flat tail!
G: You don't know what you're talking about!
M: You're off you head fella! I don't know where you heard that shite, but I suggest you slap the person that told you that!
G: My mum told me about them! She told me about how they saved the world because humans made friends with them and they ate all the dinosaurs so the dinosaurs couldn't eat the humans.
Then I said something about his mother, then he hit me, then we had a fight, and I ended up in isolation for 3 days.
I’m was looking at some unopened boxes of Halloween stuff at Lowes, and a lady came and asked me if I knew where the lightbulbs were because she thought I worked there. Even better, when she was checking out she told me she found the lightbulbs lol.
I was talking to this kid about different stuff we’re into. Ended the convo after he said he steals his sisters underwear to smell and watches her mas****ate
Bartending/Serving one night and I go check on my coworkers table, which is a group of guys barley over 21. (I am 38) I see he has like half a burger and fries on his plate. Me: can I get you a box for your burger? Guy: only if you come in the box. Me: what? (Because I’m socially awkward) Guy: Do you come in the box? Now I’m confused if he’s throwing me a horrid pickup line, or if he’s asking me to cum on his leftover box and burger. Decided it was a pickup line. Me: it goes against all laws of physics that I could fit in a tiny styrofoam box…. So no. < a minute or two of awkward silence > Me: do you want a box or no? Guy: yes ma’am
I was having a conversation with my crush and we started coming up with a funny plot to a smutty book. It was really interesting, starting in the Great Depression, going into a fantasy land with a goblin, a wizard, a bunch of fantasy jail mates, a captive, and some other stuff. Anyways, it ended up landing in an 80s strip club. I think I ruined all my chances of possibly attracting him.
Most of the things i talk about. But especially planning murders for fun
