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People Who Feel Wrong

Last weekend my youngest son attended the wedding of a woman that he's been friends with since his mid teens. It was her second wedding and while that's not unusual in itself, I have my doubts that this one will last. Her previous marriage fell apart when her husband left her and their child to live as a woman. Her new husband, a couple of years younger than her already has been unfaithful on a couple of occasions.
She has led a troubled life, but also seems to be one of those people that attracts trouble to them, no matter what opportunities come their way. She recently lost her job at a bank for taking too much time off work and although she has a wealthy, older relative who helps support her financially, she is always stumbling from one financial crisis to another.
I have always had a bad feeling around her, as though a dark cloud hangs over her head and can't foresee a good future for her.
 
Lord Lucan said:
Last weekend my youngest son attended the wedding of a woman that he's been friends with since his mid teens. It was her second wedding and while that's not unusual in itself, I have my doubts that this one will last. Her previous marriage fell apart when her husband left her and their child to live as a woman. Her new husband, a couple of years younger than her already has been unfaithful on a couple of occasions.
She has led a troubled life, but also seems to be one of those people that attracts trouble to them, no matter what opportunities come their way. She recently lost her job at a bank for taking too much time off work and although she has a wealthy, older relative who helps support her financially, she is always stumbling from one financial crisis to another.
I have always had a bad feeling around her, as though a dark cloud hangs over her head and can't foresee a good future for her.
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I've known a handful of people like that. I have always thought that rather than attracting trouble, deep down they are very vulnerable, especially if they've had a troubled childhood. Leads to an inability to recognise potential consequences of what they do, almost the often talked about "restricted perception". Incredibly sad I think.
 
PeteS said:
I've known a handful of people like that. I have always thought that rather than attracting trouble, deep down they are very vulnerable, especially if they've had a troubled childhood. Leads to an inability to recognise potential consequences of what they do, almost the often talked about "restricted perception". Incredibly sad I think.
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Yup, it's often the  chancers taking advantage.
They can smell vulnerability.
 
PeteS said:
I've known a handful of people like that. I have always thought that rather than attracting trouble, deep down they are very vulnerable, especially if they've had a troubled childhood. Leads to an inability to recognise potential consequences of what they do, almost the often talked about "restricted perception". Incredibly sad I think.
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I made the fatal mistake of going with a woman from Crewe years ago (and you know what they're like).
Everything had to be a drama somehow, if you know what I mean.
It wore me down.

And the lies man, the lies.
Severe mental issues there for sure.
 
PeteS said:
I've known a handful of people like that. I have always thought that rather than attracting trouble, deep down they are very vulnerable, especially if they've had a troubled childhood. Leads to an inability to recognise potential consequences of what they do, almost the often talked about "restricted perception". Incredibly sad I think.
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Sometimes people can have undiagnosed fetal alcohol syndrome. It has only just come about that no amount of alcohol consumed when pregnant is safe for the fetus.

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/fetal-alcohol-syndrome/symptoms-causes/syc-20352901

Now that it's more commonly known there are more diagnoses, but those not as severely affected will be missed. And this has only, in recent years (about the past 20), been identified. I know that 40 years ago when I was working with children, it was not known/labeled.
 
Floyd1 said:
MrsF's friend works for the council and she has told her that it is very difficult to get rid of useless employees.
Once you're there, you pretty much have a job for life by the sounds of it.

I don't know if this is true for all councils, or just this one.
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From what I've experienced she's right.

There were also a lot of family ties in the Local Authorities I've worked for which feels a bit off to me as its difficult to know where interdepartmental boundries are, as well as being a bit worrying when it comes to confidentiality issues.

One place I worked seemed to have a lot of people married to other staff members ex spouses-
 
Spudrick68 said:
I served a bloke yesterday who really gave me the creeps. It hasn't happened to me before. He was with a gentleman with learning difficulties and I assume that he was working.

There was nothing particularly odd about him, but he communicated as little as he had to and his face never changed expression. He never smiled. I feel that when dealing with someone you look for confirmation or a reaction that your interactions are on the right track. Strangely though, I got a sense of menace from him.
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I have a regular customer who is on the autistic spectrum. I know this now, from having dealt with him for nearly ten years, but I can imagine that he gives some of the newer, younger members of staff some bad feelings, poor chap. He's obviously been having coaching in 'how to fit in with NTs', because he now does the 'approach till, switch on unnaturally wide smile for three seconds....count....count... switch it off and behave as usual'. The smile is unnatural because it's a learned thing not a natural 'I am happy to see you' smile, and it makes him look a bit like a ventriloquist's dummy. It's far more unnerving than when he just avoided all eye contact and stayed expressionless. But he's trying....
 
Actually I logged on here to mention a chap I know who makes the hair on my neck stand up and my muscles tense. This is a fairly recent thing, as I have known him slightly for a while.

He seems pleasant enough, clean articulate with an authoritative manner. Involved in village politics and activities, Trustee for village hall, aiming for church council etc. Nothing I can put my finger on -but recently I just don't trust him and I cringe when he uses my name.

I had thought this was just me being weird, but having lunch with some friends last week and his name came up and one of them said it was odd, but he spoke to her last week and winked, she felt physically ill. Like me she has known him slightly for a while, but recently has taken to avoiding him whenever possible.
 
Lord Lucan said:
Last weekend my youngest son attended the wedding of a woman that he's been friends with since his mid teens. It was her second wedding and while that's not unusual in itself, I have my doubts that this one will last. Her previous marriage fell apart when her husband left her and their child to live as a woman. Her new husband, a couple of years younger than her already has been unfaithful on a couple of occasions.
She has led a troubled life, but also seems to be one of those people that attracts trouble to them, no matter what opportunities come their way. She recently lost her job at a bank for taking too much time off work and although she has a wealthy, older relative who helps support her financially, she is always stumbling from one financial crisis to another.
I have always had a bad feeling around her, as though a dark cloud hangs over her head and can't foresee a good future for her.
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People like that, particularly women, are usually so overwhelmed by life that they're unable to differentiate a way out from a way down. They get overwhelmed because they never learned the strategies needed to not only survive but thrive. They're what I call "the crackers" - they fall between the cracks and never seek or find help. Always a sad situation, but it'll never change unless they choose to.
 
Anyhoo... back on topic.

There is an oldish bloke who has been in our local a couple of times with his wife. I would say they are mid 70s but don't act it,
She is just a typical wife but he gives me the screaming hab dabs. The horrible feeling of terror ( seriously and I am not easily swayed) I feel
.is overwhelming, I feel quite ill when he is around., He is that creepy. He reminds me of Pat Mustard the Milkman in Father Ted both in looks and personality. Not seen him around for a while and hope I never ever see him again. *Shivers* There is something evil but hidden if you know what I mean.
 
Vida Loca said:
Anyhoo... back on topic.

There is an oldish bloke who has been in our local a couple of times with his wife. I would say they are mid 70s but don't act it,
She is just a typical wife but he gives me the screaming hab dabs. The horrible feeling of terror ( seriously and I am not easily swayed) I feel
.is overwhelming, I feel quite ill when he is around., He is that creepy. He reminds me of Pat Mustard the Milkman in Father Ted both in looks and personality. Not seen him around for a while and hope I never ever see him again. *Shivers* There is something evil but hidden if you know what I mean.
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I come across one of those characters at events we attend. I really can't stand the sight of him, although he comes across to many people as very friendly, "life and soul," and normal. I know his history - mentally unstable, but covers it well - and what he has got up to in the past. I can honestly say he is the only individual in a personal life I'd like to have booted (one or two in work life I'd like to have done the same) but I have to grit my teeth for the sake of everyone else.
Stormkhan said:
People with such 'over the top' personalities tend to make me think they're overcompensating for something deep.
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Exactly this.
 
Was woken by a call on my mobile not long after 8AM the other day. Shat me up to start off with, as no-one ever calls that early and we're now on high alert when son with newly formed epilepsy isn't home, as we're worried he's having a seizure if an unrecognisable number rings us at a stupid time.

I was alone in the house as well, which added to the creepiness. I wrote it down word for word straight after on my phone Notes app. Voice was almost-not-quite robotic. Actually somehting about it sounded "wrong" but it also wasn't far off the mark of not being wrong.

I've had phishing emails, numerous attempts to hack (and now, this call) ever since I attracted the attention of some people with strange views online, some time back. (For existing in an online space where I've existed for well over a decade with no problem but there, I don't hold back and let's just say they have opposing socio-political opinions). So I'm guessing this is one more phishing attempt.

"I'm Sarah from the Housing Repair team. Can you please tell me what sort of problems you’re having in the house?"

That was all "Sarah" got to say as I hung up immediately (and of course never click on links or give out info, etc etc). I rent my house and do indeed have a Housing Repair team but they have no automated messaging system, don't have my mobile number anyway, and don't roll out of bed and into their offices til 10AM. Nor do they care or inquire what your issues are. They wait for you to call them then ignore the issues. Actively searching out issues isn't their style. If I'd been more gullible though...

It was a really creepy, odd voice. So close to being "normal" (whatever that is).

Sort of regret not staying on the line longer just to see what info they were trying to extract. Also... This suggests - in an A.I world, knowing that a voice "seems wrong" is going to be an important skill.
 
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Ghost In The Machine said:
Was woken by a call on my mobile not long after 8AM the other day. Shat me up to start off with, as no-one ever calls that early and we're now on high alert when son with newly formed epilepsy isn't home, as we're worried he's having a seizure if an unrecognisable number rings us at a stupid time.

I was alone in the house as well, which added to the creepiness. I wrote it down word for word straight after on my phone Notes app. Voice was almost-not-quite robotic. Actually somehting about it sounded "wrong" but it also wasn't far off the mark of not being wrong.

I've had phishing emails, numerous attempts to hack (and now, this call) ever since I attracted the attention of some people with strange views online, some time back. (For existing in an online space where I've existed for well over a decade with no problem but there, I don't hold back and let's just say they have opposing socio-political opinions). So I'm guessing this is one more phishing attempt.

"I'm Sarah from the Housing Repair team. Can you please tell me what sort of problems you’re having in the house?"

That was all "Sarah" got to say as I hung up immediately (and of course never click on links or give out info, etc etc). I rent my house and do indeed have a Housing Repair team but they have no automated messaging system, don't have my mobile number anyway, and don't roll out of bed and into their offices til 10AM. Nor do they care or inquire what your issues are. They wait for you to call them then ignore the issues. Actively searching out issues isn't their style. If I'd been more gullible though...

But. This begs the q in an A.I world, knowing a voice that "seems wrong" is going to be an important skill.

It was a really creepy, odd voice. So close to being "normal" (whatever that is).

Sort of regret not staying on the line longer just to see what info they were trying to extract.
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Weird. People who feel wrong because they're not people! Interesting that it was "So close to being normal." Very creepy and disturbing given the rise of A.I. I hope this lot leave you alone from now on.
 
Amergin said:
I think this cheery fellow possibly qualifies:

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I worked in The Noarlunga Abbatoirs in my youth, due to there being only seasonal work in the area, and every now and again the process of slaughter involved attracted 'certain' people.

The majority were good souls who did the job because they needed to...but every now and again there were people who gave off a certain aura - Interestingly, they usually didn't last long in the job.

I get that same impression with this fellow...I wonder what he's listening to..?
 
I know when walking the dogs that the spidey senses begin to tingle and someone will be close by who feels wrong. Invariably they will be shabbily dressed and in a hoodie of sorts, but I don’t see this until I get close up to them.
The dogs invariably try and pull away from these people. Not sure if they think the person feels wrong or they are picking up a bad vibe from me.

This hoodie thing always reminds me of the ghost stories involving monks in hooded habits. The head is covered and the face barely visible, if at all. I wonder if this is the modern day version of the phantom monk?
 
Tempest63 said:
I know when walking the dogs that the spidey senses begin to tingle and someone will be close by who feels wrong. Invariably they will be shabbily dressed and in a hoodie of sorts, but I don’t see this until I get close up to them.
The dogs invariably try and pull away from these people. Not sure if they think the person feels wrong or they are picking up a bad vibe from me.

This hoodie thing always reminds me of the ghost stories involving monks in hooded habits. The head is covered and the face barely visible, if at all. I wonder if this is the modern day version of the phantom monk?
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Don't forget Robin i'the Hood, too! (And Odin going about in disguise, wearing a hood).
 
There's a bloke in my home town who's got on my nerves so much, I'm starting to question if I'm at fault and even had to ask for advice from mates. I'm going to call him 'West Ham Stan'.

Stan's a socialist poet which is fair enough except he will tell you his opinions on everything whether you want him to or not. He seems to live to correct other people so we're told we can't say this or think that. He's got next to no personal space awareness. He dresses like Harry Enfield's teenager out of the Kev and Perry sketches even though he's in his late 50's. He reckons he's also a DJ. Almost every time he comes to the pier, it's "My wife's Jamaican and I know loads of hard Yardies in London."

The first time I met him, he was asking me if I could get him illegal drugs and was pointing at people I was with telling me to go up and ask them for him with "He deal's don't he?.". "I don't think so but he's sat right there?. Ask him?. I don't use drugs.". This happened a few times with me politely asking him to stop asking me that stuff until it got to the stage where I was starting to wonder if he was a police officer. He kept asking me despite me trying to distance myself from him until I lost my cool with him one night which resulted with a mate taking a pool que off me one night.

Then he started coming down to the tiny ice cream van I was working in. He'd never buy anything, he'd just stand in the doorway asking the young girls working for me nosey questions until he made some comment about one of them. One day, I was taking a lunch break at a table outside the van. He came and sat next to me and leaned forward into my face while I was trying to eat so I said "Do you come down here just to piss me off?.". He got the hint and left.

The next time I saw him, he apologised and we shook hands. Then he started asking me who was dealing cocaine. "Again. I honestly don't know and I wouldn't tell you if I did. Look. I'm standing here with my mates fishing with a can of beer in my hand.".

I voiced my concerns about Stan to my mates. They weren't fond of him either but seemed immune somehow to how annoying this bloke was/is. A couple of weeks ago, he sent me a message asking me if I could meet him on the pier urgently because there was something in it for both him and me. He'd never contacted me before, I assumed he wanted me to film something for him because he does videos of his poetry gigs.

When I got there, he opened up to me that he was suffering badly from depression which I sympathised with but then asked me if I could introduce him to someone who would sell him ecstasy. WTF :mad: ...

"I'm sorry you're struggling Stan. Class A drugs are the last thing you need and they'll only make you feel even worse." ... Stan went off and bought some sort of herbal remedy (he told me). The next day, I walked past Stan by chance, he came over and thanked me for caring and helping him the day before and shook my hand.

Then he decided to get paranoid that I was talking about him a couple of days later back on the pier and got in my face in anger until my mates truthfully told him I hadn't been. I found that out yesterday after Stan came up to me again to shake hands (again) but then started to tell everyone what they were and weren't allowed to talk about in life in general.

I don't think Stan's genuinely struggling with depression and I just wish he's stay away from me now because I'm getting close to punching him one day. I've even tried walking away to talk to someone else but he follows me to listen in on what I'm talking about then ask me if I'm talking about him. Sometimes I am now because I'm fed up of him. I can't make up my mind if he's a sociopath, a police informer or just a wanker or any combination of the three.
 
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Swifty said:
There's a bloke in my home town who's got on my nerves so much, I'm starting to question if I'm at fault and even had to ask for advice from mates. I'm going to call him 'West Ham Stan'.

Stan's a socialist poet which is fair enough except he will tell you his opinions on everything whether you want him to or not. He seems to live to correct other people so we're told we can't say this or think that. He's got next to no personal space awareness. He dresses like Harry Enfield's teenager out of the Kev and Perry sketches even though he's in his late 50's. He reckons he's also a DJ. Almost every time he comes to the pier, it's "My wife's Jamaican and I know loads of hard Yardies in London."

The first time I met him, he was asking me if I could get him illegal drugs and was pointing at people I was with telling me to go up and ask them for him with "He deal's don't he?.". "I don't think so but he's sat right there?. Ask him?. I don't use drugs.". This happened a few times with me politely asking him to stop asking me that stuff until it got to the stage where I was starting to wonder if he was a police officer. He kept asking me despite me trying to distance myself from him until I lost my cool with him one night which resulted with a mate taking a pool que off me one night.

Then he started coming down to the tiny ice cream van I was working in. He'd never buy anything, he'd just stand in the doorway asking the young girls working for me nosey questions until he made some comment about one of them. One day, I was taking a lunch break at a table outside the van. He came and sat next to me and leaned forward into my face while I was trying to eat so I said "Do you come down here just to piss me off?.". He got the hint and left.

The next time I saw him, he apologised and we shook hands. Then he started asking me who was dealing cocaine. "Again. I honestly don't know and I wouldn't tell you if I did. Look. I'm standing here with my mates fishing with a can of beer in my hand.".

I voiced my concerns about Stan to my mates. They weren't fond of him either but seemed immune somehow to how annoying this bloke was/is. A couple of weeks ago, he sent me a message asking me if I could meet him on the pier urgently because there was something in it for both him and me. He'd never contacted me before, I assumed he wanted me to film something for him because he does videos of his poetry gigs.

When I got there, he opened up to me that he was suffering badly from depression which I sympathised with but then asked me if I could introduce him to someone who would sell him ecstasy. WTF :mad: ...

"I'm sorry you're struggling Stan. Class A drugs are the last thing you need and they'll only make you feel even worse." ... Stan went off and bought some sort of herbal remedy (he told me). The next day, I walked past Stan by chance, he came over and thanked me for caring and helping him the day before and shook my hand.

Then he decided to get paranoid that I was talking about him a couple of days later back on the pier and got in my face in anger until my mates truthfully told him I hadn't been. I found that out yesterday after Stan came up to me again to shake hands (again) but then started to tell everyone what they were and weren't allowed to talk about in life in general.

I don't think Stan's genuinely struggling with depression and I just wish he's stay away from me now because I'm getting close to punching him one day. I've even tried walking away to talk to someone else but he follows me to listen in on what I'm talking about then ask me if I'm talking about him. Sometimes I am now because I'm fed up of him. I can't make up my mind if he's a sociopath, a police informer or just a wanker or any combination of the three.
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Mental illness. Careful. If he becomes threatening again, you might be better off calling the police.
 
Swifty said:
There's a bloke in my home town who's got on my nerves so much, I'm starting to question if I'm at fault and even had to ask for advice from mates. I'm going to call him 'West Ham Stan'.

Stan's a socialist poet which is fair enough except he will tell you his opinions on everything whether you want him to or not. He seems to live to correct other people so we're told we can't say this or think that. He's got next to no personal space awareness. He dresses like Harry Enfield's teenager out of the Kev and Perry sketches even though he's in his late 50's. He reckons he's also a DJ. Almost every time he comes to the pier, it's "My wife's Jamaican and I know loads of hard Yardies in London."

The first time I met him, he was asking me if I could get him illegal drugs and was pointing at people I was with telling me to go up and ask them for him with "He deal's don't he?.". "I don't think so but he's sat right there?. Ask him?. I don't use drugs.". This happened a few times with me politely asking him to stop asking me that stuff until it got to the stage where I was starting to wonder if he was a police officer. He kept asking me despite me trying to distance myself from him until I lost my cool with him one night which resulted with a mate taking a pool que off me one night.

Then he started coming down to the tiny ice cream van I was working in. He'd never buy anything, he'd just stand in the doorway asking the young girls working for me nosey questions until he made some comment about one of them. One day, I was taking a lunch break at a table outside the van. He came and sat next to me and leaned forward into my face while I was trying to eat so I said "Do you come down here just to piss me off?.". He got the hint and left.

The next time I saw him, he apologised and we shook hands. Then he started asking me who was dealing cocaine. "Again. I honestly don't know and I wouldn't tell you if I did. Look. I'm standing here with my mates fishing with a can of beer in my hand.".

I voiced my concerns about Stan to my mates. They weren't fond of him either but seemed immune somehow to how annoying this bloke was/is. A couple of weeks ago, he sent me a message asking me if I could meet him on the pier urgently because there was something in it for both him and me. He'd never contacted me before, I assumed he wanted me to film something for him because he does videos of his poetry gigs.

When I got there, he opened up to me that he was suffering badly from depression which I sympathised with but then asked me if I could introduce him to someone who would sell him ecstasy. WTF :mad: ...

"I'm sorry you're struggling Stan. Class A drugs are the last thing you need and they'll only make you feel even worse." ... Stan went off and bought some sort of herbal remedy (he told me). The next day, I walked past Stan by chance, he came over and thanked me for caring and helping him the day before and shook my hand.

Then he decided to get paranoid that I was talking about him a couple of days later back on the pier and got in my face in anger until my mates truthfully told him I hadn't been. I found that out yesterday after Stan came up to me again to shake hands (again) but then started to tell everyone what they were and weren't allowed to talk about in life in general.

I don't think Stan's genuinely struggling with depression and I just wish he's stay away from me now because I'm getting close to punching him one day. I've even tried walking away to talk to someone else but he follows me to listen in on what I'm talking about then ask me if I'm talking about him. Sometimes I am now because I'm fed up of him. I can't make up my mind if he's a sociopath, a police informer or just a wanker or any combination of the three.
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That is worrying. He probably has 'previous', so be careful.

Stan's a socialist poet which is fair enough except he will tell you his opinions on everything whether you want him to or not.
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Another way of saying 'mentally ill, unemployed troublemaker who's never done a day's work in his life'.
 
Mythopoeika said:
That is worrying. He probably has 'previous', so be careful.


Another way of saying 'mentally ill, unemployed troublemaker who's never done a day's work in his life'.
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Oh, you've met him then?.

I forgot to mention. He also recently emailed the Mrs workplace to state that he was never going to eat there again because he's discovered that the father of one of the owner's business partners is UKIP. I'm not supposed to know about that email but I do so I had to pretend to be surprised when he boasted about that to me yesterday. He didn't know my Mrs works for the business owner, that or he did and he's trying to piss me off like that as well.
 
Mythopoeika said:
No, but I've had the great misfortune of meeting people who fit his description to a 'T'. Even down to the 'poet' detail.
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Did they also swagger around like Liam Gallagher but with a Cockney accent instead, 'people's poet' style banging on like Rick Mayall's character out of The Young Ones?.

One of my mates sussed him out a couple of years ago so switched the antagonism roles and would calmly pretend he hated black people and that Hitler actually had a good point just so Stan would stop talking to him. My mate isn't like that at all but it was funny to watch.
 
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