Crazy people

 I wasn't sure if "crazy people" was an actual term, but according to Wikipedia, you can describe people as such. The term appears to be interchange-able with "insanity" or "lunacy". Unfortunately, I have been around my fair share of crazy people. I had the misfortune of being with one this past evening. Part of my ability to not carry grudges with me is based on my tendency to forget negative or unfortunate interactions with undesirable people (usually, if there is abuse involved - as there has been, it takes me longer to fulfill my general happiness-remedy of "forgive and forget"), which means I repeat mistakes regarding whom and whom not to hang out with. In any case, I was around one tonight.

I also wasn't sure if my feeling that I can "pick up" on negative energy was credible. Again, given the circumstances of my home, I am privy to much "insanity" (an actual definable concept - not a politically-incorrect "social" conjuration), and am surrounded by people who are definitely strange and likely a danger to themselves or others. The thing is, my feeling of picking up on "negative energy" is completely founded in scientific data. I have learned that the term is "contagion":

Conceptually, mental insanity also is associated with the biological phenomenon of contagion (that mental illness is infectious) as in the case of copycat suicides.

Since human being are social creatures, we adapt to our surroundings in terms of the people whom we come into contact with. So tonight, as I invited a "crazy person" for a plate of disgusting poutine at an awful chain restaurant, the miserable feeling of having experienced something wretched that I suffered and continue to suffer now is actually the result of my interactions with that individual. Life sometimes leads one to believe that what they are feeling or experiencing is not grounded in reality, and if one has a scientific mind (filled with curiosity and inquisition), they tend to question their feelings and thoughts, grounded in the unusual experiences they have. Reading will center you and bring you back to reality, when needed.

By the way, "poutine" is a Canadian dish that involves (and this is as gross as it sounds) French fries, beef gravy, and cheese curds all mixed in together. It's like eating a plate of barf, but for some reason, given the emphasis on "comfort foods", Canadians hallow - and I use this term loosely: the "dish".

When one spends a lot of time alone, the human experiences that they have tend to become more significant, as (I find) the mind dwells on them afterwards for some period of time.