People are odd. I keep coming across people I could well do without. Still, I'm getting much better at sticking it out, as it were, in spit of my inner instinct to flee the scene immediately.
I go waylaid by someone in the library this morning. I know he has bipolar, and this morning he was manic. Completely off his tits. I heard the story of being sectioned and hospitalised for some weeks. Apparently he has now absconded. One of his fists was covered in deep cuts that had started to heal over. I know he is no danger to anyone, except possibly himself. Not physically, mind you, but I have seen him in quite a state on some occasions.
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