People Who Feel Wrong

I had an odd encounter a few weeks ago with a couple of people which highly unnerved me. I was sat reading in a coffee shop when 2 people asked if they could take the seats opposite me. One was a man in his 50s, the other an older teenager - maybe about 16? I said they could of course and continued reading. The older man asked me if I was famous as I looked familiar (I'm certainly not!). I said I wasn't, and he kind if shrugged and said he was sure he'd seen me about. I resumed reading but the older man wasn't having it and kept asking if I knew certain nearby towns where he lived. The son just continued playibg sone kibd of handheld console. Eventually resigning myself to some kind of unwanted but hopefully quick conveesation, the man started telling me about his life, how he had come from Bulgaria in the 90s and lived here ever since. There was a vaguely racist sexist undertone too his comments about people passing by outside.
It was about at this point that some kind of warning signal got triggered in me. Im not usually one to get gut instincts about people but this time it was overwhelingly strong.
The older man introducedme to the teenager and said he was his son, and said that he was a genius with numbers and that if I gave him a date from the last 2000 years he could tell me what day of the week it was in seconds. He asked for my birthday and I immexiately got the feeling it was a bad idea to do so. I gave him a random date, and the son shut his eyes, gave me a day of the week. I looked it andsure sure enough he ways write. He asked for another date. I gadate date in the 1300d. The son closed his eyes, gave aday of the week. I looked its up and he was right again.
Eventually they left andI havenever felt so relieved. The son seemed possibly neurodivergent and seemednice enoug butI didnt like the older man at all. There seemed something... aggressive about him.
Both were dressed slightly oddly - baseball caps, bright colours -like the cliche of an American tourist. 'Bright' is the right word somehow - they bothsermed too 'bright' - like caryoon characters from a dream - and entirely unconvincing, like people pretending to be human and somehow getting it wrong. The whole feeling I had after the encounter was as ifIhad just met some slightly malevolent trickster spirits or something. I keep being reminded of that bit in one of the Castaneda books where he meets some people asking for help unexpectedly that Don Juan(probably getting all the namesand details wrong but its been decafes since I read it). Never seen them since. For sych a brief encounter I've never had warning signals go offso strongly before.
Maybe they were just friendly but slightly odd strangers who wanted a coffee.. but that feelingof wrongness is always best to pay attention to.
 
Mr_Hermolle said:
I had an odd encounter a few weeks ago with a couple of people which highly unnerved me. I was sat reading in a coffee shop when 2 people asked if they could take the seats opposite me. One was a man in his 50s, the other an older teenager - maybe about 16? I said they could of course and continued reading. The older man asked me if I was famous as I looked familiar (I'm certainly not!). I said I wasn't, and he kind if shrugged and said he was sure he'd seen me about. I resumed reading but the older man wasn't having it and kept asking if I knew certain nearby towns where he lived. The son just continued playibg sone kibd of handheld console. Eventually resigning myself to some kind of unwanted but hopefully quick conveesation, the man started telling me about his life, how he had come from Bulgaria in the 90s and lived here ever since. There was a vaguely racist sexist undertone too his comments about people passing by outside.
It was about at this point that some kind of warning signal got triggered in me. Im not usually one to get gut instincts about people but this time it was overwhelingly strong.
The older man introducedme to the teenager and said he was his son, and said that he was a genius with numbers and that if I gave him a date from the last 2000 years he could tell me what day of the week it was in seconds. He asked for my birthday and I immexiately got the feeling it was a bad idea to do so. I gave him a random date, and the son shut his eyes, gave me a day of the week. I looked it andsure sure enough he ways write. He asked for another date. I gadate date in the 1300d. The son closed his eyes, gave aday of the week. I looked its up and he was right again.
Eventually they left andI havenever felt so relieved. The son seemed possibly neurodivergent and seemednice enoug butI didnt like the older man at all. There seemed something... aggressive about him.
Both were dressed slightly oddly - baseball caps, bright colours -like the cliche of an American tourist. 'Bright' is the right word somehow - they bothsermed too 'bright' - like caryoon characters from a dream - and entirely unconvincing, like people pretending to be human and somehow getting it wrong. The whole feeling I had after the encounter was as ifIhad just met some slightly malevolent trickster spirits or something. I keep being reminded of that bit in one of the Castaneda books where he meets some people asking for help unexpectedly that Don Juan(probably getting all the namesand details wrong but its been decafes since I read it). Never seen them since. For sych a brief encounter I've never had warning signals go offso strongly before.
Maybe they were just friendly but slightly odd strangers who wanted a coffee.. but that feelingof wrongness is always best to pay attention to.
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Possibly scammers, especially asking for your birthdate. Identity fraudsters look for personal info.
 
Mr_Hermolle said:
I had an odd encounter a few weeks ago with a couple of people which highly unnerved me. I was sat reading in a coffee shop when 2 people asked if they could take the seats opposite me. One was a man in his 50s, the other an older teenager - maybe about 16? I said they could of course and continued reading. The older man asked me if I was famous as I looked familiar (I'm certainly not!). I said I wasn't, and he kind if shrugged and said he was sure he'd seen me about. I resumed reading but the older man wasn't having it and kept asking if I knew certain nearby towns where he lived. The son just continued playibg sone kibd of handheld console. Eventually resigning myself to some kind of unwanted but hopefully quick conveesation, the man started telling me about his life, how he had come from Bulgaria in the 90s and lived here ever since. There was a vaguely racist sexist undertone too his comments about people passing by outside.
It was about at this point that some kind of warning signal got triggered in me. Im not usually one to get gut instincts about people but this time it was overwhelingly strong.
The older man introducedme to the teenager and said he was his son, and said that he was a genius with numbers and that if I gave him a date from the last 2000 years he could tell me what day of the week it was in seconds. He asked for my birthday and I immexiately got the feeling it was a bad idea to do so. I gave him a random date, and the son shut his eyes, gave me a day of the week. I looked it andsure sure enough he ways write. He asked for another date. I gadate date in the 1300d. The son closed his eyes, gave aday of the week. I looked its up and he was right again.
Eventually they left andI havenever felt so relieved. The son seemed possibly neurodivergent and seemednice enoug butI didnt like the older man at all. There seemed something... aggressive about him.
Both were dressed slightly oddly - baseball caps, bright colours -like the cliche of an American tourist. 'Bright' is the right word somehow - they bothsermed too 'bright' - like caryoon characters from a dream - and entirely unconvincing, like people pretending to be human and somehow getting it wrong. The whole feeling I had after the encounter was as ifIhad just met some slightly malevolent trickster spirits or something. I keep being reminded of that bit in one of the Castaneda books where he meets some people asking for help unexpectedly that Don Juan(probably getting all the namesand details wrong but its been decafes since I read it). Never seen them since. For sych a brief encounter I've never had warning signals go offso strongly before.
Maybe they were just friendly but slightly odd strangers who wanted a coffee.. but that feelingof wrongness is always best to pay attention to.
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As humans we are programmed to react and be social. It can take some willpower to overcome that conditioning!
 
Mr_Hermolle said:
I had an odd encounter a few weeks ago with a couple of people which highly unnerved me. I was sat reading in a coffee shop when 2 people asked if they could take the seats opposite me. One was a man in his 50s, the other an older teenager - maybe about 16? I said they could of course and continued reading. The older man asked me if I was famous as I looked familiar (I'm certainly not!). I said I wasn't, and he kind if shrugged and said he was sure he'd seen me about. I resumed reading but the older man wasn't having it and kept asking if I knew certain nearby towns where he lived. The son just continued playibg sone kibd of handheld console. Eventually resigning myself to some kind of unwanted but hopefully quick conveesation, the man started telling me about his life, how he had come from Bulgaria in the 90s and lived here ever since. There was a vaguely racist sexist undertone too his comments about people passing by outside.
It was about at this point that some kind of warning signal got triggered in me. Im not usually one to get gut instincts about people but this time it was overwhelingly strong.
The older man introducedme to the teenager and said he was his son, and said that he was a genius with numbers and that if I gave him a date from the last 2000 years he could tell me what day of the week it was in seconds. He asked for my birthday and I immexiately got the feeling it was a bad idea to do so. I gave him a random date, and the son shut his eyes, gave me a day of the week. I looked it andsure sure enough he ways write. He asked for another date. I gadate date in the 1300d. The son closed his eyes, gave aday of the week. I looked its up and he was right again.
Eventually they left andI havenever felt so relieved. The son seemed possibly neurodivergent and seemednice enoug butI didnt like the older man at all. There seemed something... aggressive about him.
Both were dressed slightly oddly - baseball caps, bright colours -like the cliche of an American tourist. 'Bright' is the right word somehow - they bothsermed too 'bright' - like caryoon characters from a dream - and entirely unconvincing, like people pretending to be human and somehow getting it wrong. The whole feeling I had after the encounter was as ifIhad just met some slightly malevolent trickster spirits or something. I keep being reminded of that bit in one of the Castaneda books where he meets some people asking for help unexpectedly that Don Juan(probably getting all the namesand details wrong but its been decafes since I read it). Never seen them since. For sych a brief encounter I've never had warning signals go offso strongly before.
Maybe they were just friendly but slightly odd strangers who wanted a coffee.. but that feelingof wrongness is always best to pay attention to.
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The son was higher end of the spectrum autistic I'll bet. I used to care for an autistic boy who could to the exact same thing with dates .. ask him any past date and he'd be able to tell you what day of the week it was. This was just before the internet was easily available so me and his teacher had a reference book to check his accuracy. He was always right.
 
Swifty said:
The son was higher end of the spectrum autistic I'll bet. I used to care for an autistic boy who could to the exact same thing with dates .. ask him any past date and he'd be able to tell you what day of the week it was. This was just before the internet was easily available so me and his teacher had a reference book to check his accuracy. He was always right.
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It was pretty damn impressive and literally only took seconds. I cant imagine what it would be like to have that kind if relationship to numbers and time.
 
Mr_Hermolle said:
I had an odd encounter a few weeks ago with a couple of people which highly unnerved me. I was sat reading in a coffee shop when 2 people asked if they could take the seats opposite me. One was a man in his 50s, the other an older teenager - maybe about 16? I said they could of course and continued reading. The older man asked me if I was famous as I looked familiar (I'm certainly not!). I said I wasn't, and he kind if shrugged and said he was sure he'd seen me about. I resumed reading but the older man wasn't having it and kept asking if I knew certain nearby towns where he lived. The son just continued playibg sone kibd of handheld console. Eventually resigning myself to some kind of unwanted but hopefully quick conveesation, the man started telling me about his life, how he had come from Bulgaria in the 90s and lived here ever since. There was a vaguely racist sexist undertone too his comments about people passing by outside.
It was about at this point that some kind of warning signal got triggered in me. Im not usually one to get gut instincts about people but this time it was overwhelingly strong.
The older man introducedme to the teenager and said he was his son, and said that he was a genius with numbers and that if I gave him a date from the last 2000 years he could tell me what day of the week it was in seconds. He asked for my birthday and I immexiately got the feeling it was a bad idea to do so. I gave him a random date, and the son shut his eyes, gave me a day of the week. I looked it andsure sure enough he ways write. He asked for another date. I gadate date in the 1300d. The son closed his eyes, gave aday of the week. I looked its up and he was right again.
Eventually they left andI havenever felt so relieved. The son seemed possibly neurodivergent and seemednice enoug butI didnt like the older man at all. There seemed something... aggressive about him.
Both were dressed slightly oddly - baseball caps, bright colours -like the cliche of an American tourist. 'Bright' is the right word somehow - they bothsermed too 'bright' - like caryoon characters from a dream - and entirely unconvincing, like people pretending to be human and somehow getting it wrong. The whole feeling I had after the encounter was as ifIhad just met some slightly malevolent trickster spirits or something. I keep being reminded of that bit in one of the Castaneda books where he meets some people asking for help unexpectedly that Don Juan(probably getting all the namesand details wrong but its been decafes since I read it). Never seen them since. For sych a brief encounter I've never had warning signals go offso strongly before.
Maybe they were just friendly but slightly odd strangers who wanted a coffee.. but that feelingof wrongness is always best to pay attention to.
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My first paying job was in a huge institution where people with various learning difficulties were housed. There I met men like the one you describe.
The trick is to ask them for the date of a British local or general election because it's always a Thursday. They don't know why you chose that date of course. :cool:

I used to look up Election dates and take a list along to work. My savants were always right.
Some would also calculate the exact time elapsed between two events or how many minutes you'll have lived on your next birthday.
Astounding really.
 
Swifty said:
I've got a woman trying to harass me occasionally in the building I live in. I'm not the only bloke she's full on with either.
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She sounds like a very troubled individual who avoids taking responsibility for dealing with her psychological issues by bullying other people and acting out on them.
Very poor boundaries. I recommend you get a deadbolt for your door. Easier than moving the solid wood bedside cabinet all the time!
 
Swifty said:
The son was higher end of the spectrum autistic I'll bet. I used to care for an autistic boy who could to the exact same thing with dates .. ask him any past date and he'd be able to tell you what day of the week it was. This was just before the internet was easily available so me and his teacher had a reference book to check his accuracy. He was always right.
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I suspect that the father may also have been on the spectrum. The odd questions and strange dialogue remind me very much of some people on the spectrum trying to make conversation without really understanding what is appropriate to ask and when someone else is giving you 'fuck off' vibes.
IbisNibs said:
She sounds like a very troubled individual who avoids taking responsibility for dealing with her psychological issues by bullying other people and acting out on them.
Very poor boundaries. I recommend you get a deadbolt for your door. Easier than moving the solid wood bedside cabinet all the time!
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And I suspect that this is a woman with extremely low self esteem who gets her self confidence from knowing that she could have any man at any time and how many men she has 'had'.
 
IbisNibs said:
She sounds like a very troubled individual who avoids taking responsibility for dealing with her psychological issues by bullying other people and acting out on them.
Very poor boundaries. I recommend you get a deadbolt for your door. Easier than moving the solid wood bedside cabinet all the time!
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The thing is, the bedroom door's a flimsy cheap one and would be easy to kick in, bolted or not. I've seen people do that. The solid wood bedside cabinet provides more security and would at least give me time to wake up and push against it. Or smash someone's fingers when they poke them through the gap with 'Mr Adjustable'. Mr Adjustable is a fuck off large adjustable spanner I've had for years that would quickly adjust someone's attitude if they tried to attack me. He sleeps under a pillow on the left side of my bed, thankfully I haven't ever needed his help yet but I've had him for years. Mr Adjustable.
 
Swifty said:
... smash someone's fingers when they poke them through the gap with 'Mr Adjustable'. Mr Adjustable is a fuck off large adjustable spanner I've had for years that would quickly adjust someone's attitude if they tried to attack me. He sleeps under a pillow on the left side of my bed, thankfully I haven't ever needed his help yet but I've had him for years. Mr Adjustable.
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I can see you fronting a TV ad for that, just like Nick Grey and his G-Tech cleaners.

"If you've got something that needs adjusting, from a nut to a nutter, get Mr Adjustable. Because sometimes, shouting Fuck Off just isn't enough.
For all of life's problems - Mr Adjustable!"
 
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Peripart said:
I can you fronting a TV ad for that, just like Nick Grey and his G-Tech cleaners.

"If you've got something that needs adjusting, from a nut to a nutter, get Mr Adjustable. Because sometimes, shouting Fuck Off just isn't enough.
For all of life's problems - Mr Adjustable!"
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I'd have to be severely back lit and with a voice actor but OK. I'm in.
 
Swifty said:
The thing is, the bedroom door's a flimsy cheap one and would be easy to kick in, bolted or not. I've seen people do that. The solid wood bedside cabinet provides more security and would at least give me time to wake up and push against it. Or smash someone's fingers when they poke them through the gap with 'Mr Adjustable'. Mr Adjustable is a fuck off large adjustable spanner I've had for years that would quickly adjust someone's attitude if they tried to attack me. He sleeps under a pillow on the left side of my bed, thankfully I haven't ever needed his help yet but I've had him for years. Mr Adjustable.
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I have Mr Chav stick by the front door.
 
Floyd1 said:
I have Mr Chav stick by the front door.
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I used to live in areas where some mates would have a baseball bat in open sight. The problem with that is that you have to be willing to use it if you absolutely have to.

A lad I knew in Burton on Trent had his baseball bat mounted on his living room wall. Coventry kids used to do that as well. When a gang of Pakistanis got into his house, they took it off the wall and beat him with it. If he'd hidden it under his chair, that wouldn't have happened.
 
Swifty said:
The thing is, the bedroom door's a flimsy cheap one and would be easy to kick in, bolted or not. I've seen people do that. The solid wood bedside cabinet provides more security and would at least give me time to wake up and push against it. Or smash someone's fingers when they poke them through the gap with 'Mr Adjustable'. Mr Adjustable is a fuck off large adjustable spanner I've had for years that would quickly adjust someone's attitude if they tried to attack me. He sleeps under a pillow on the left side of my bed, thankfully I haven't ever needed his help yet but I've had him for years. Mr Adjustable.
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The large non-adjustable spanner used in the lab to change gas regulators is called King Dick. Because that's the name moulded onto the handle.
 
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