Beautiful Mind; Be Kind

While I am here at the dining table, using the laptop. I heard muffled talking at the front door. Then here comes a man, wearing dirtied clothes and no foot wear.

He asked, “Is there coffee, teacher?”.

“Yes, there is. And I am not the teacher here though, mom is.” I said. He didn’t mind. Hahaha.

He just comes in the house if he wants to eat or have coffee. Sometimes even when I ask him to have a meal, he just wants coffee.

He’s one of our town’s demented person. He’s not violent, and not aggressive. His clothes are dirty but he does not smell that bad. We have in our little town a hot spring for women and men, and I bet he goes there once in a while to take a bath. Only his clothes never changed. He’s a drifter just walking around the town, sometimes stops to pull weeds from the pathway, then talks to himself. Other times, kids asks him about math, multiplication and all, and he can answer them all. I haven’t experienced yet, but sometimes when he’s not in the mood, he gets angry when they make fun of him, but all in all, he’s just mild, in my opinion. Hehe. I talk to him sometimes, asking if he wants to have another cup of coffee, or another set of meals, he uses sign language some times, just waves his hand then shook his head for his decline of answer.

I remember there also is a woman eaten by life’s joke, she also comes here at the house sometimes. Sadly, she died. But if that means that she rested in peace, I am happy for her.

I likewise had an encounter with one demented person at the city when we were still young, when I was still a university student. We were just chilling at our favorite spot at a nearby kiosk/ waiting shed along the main road on a fair night, watching the cars and public utility jitneys pass by. The only light that’s illuminating the kiosk is the streetlight beside the road. We were eating a pack of biscuit and having a bottled drink. I am looking at my phone at the moment when one crazy person came to us, she’s waving her hands at me and all I thought was that she’s asking for food. So I offered my pack of cookies and the drink, but I was welcomed by an almost smack in the face. Hahaha.

I was curious as to why she did that, then she said we give her cigarettes. I don’t have one, my friend also doesn’t smoke. Then an idea came to mind that maybe the light from my phone was mistaken as a cigar light. But hey, the color is blue, though. After that, we just ran away from her. I really didn't need a smack in the face that time. Hahaha.

I also see some demented people around the city when I was still there. Some sleeps at the side walks, some just walks around while carrying their bag of junk. Some silent and some violent.

What could be running in their minds now that they’ve gone stray? Can they still have lucid moments once in a while?

It’s very heart wrenching to see them suffer. Mental conditions affects a person’s thinking, feeling mood or behaviour. And such needs a more proper and patient approach to them. We need to show our care for them. And not be judgmental of their thoughts and actions. We need to listen and not disregard what they are feeling or challenge their ideals for that matter because it will only trigger them.

Such a very sensitive issue so I’m just going light with the topic.

Us around them need to be more considerate and mindful about what judgment we serve them. They are still human beings, after all.

Back to Mr V., oh, his name is Varasiw, by the way. Hehehe. Yesterday I made him coffee but he didn’t drink it all. He left the cup half full and I felt rejected at that moment. Yes, I can freely feel that kind of emotion anywhere, any moment, and from any one. I thought maybe he doesn’t like the taste of the coffee I made since I just mixed coffee granules, coffee creamer and sugar. Is it because the coffee is bland? Or is it bitter? Or just not yummy to his taste? I asked why he just left his cup but he just walked past me, hand waving at me again.

So awhile ago I made him one out of instant coffee mix, then put a scoop of milk and a little sugar to it. Voila! He’s sipping it more happily. ( Yeah, I think he’s happy and contented with the taste of it. Hahaha.) Oh, we don’t have bread at the time so I just opened him a pack of crackers then gave it to him. I know that if I offered two, he will only just get one. So there goes it. Be expecting him again tomorrow or the next day.+_+

Oh, by the way, a while ago, my mother is sleeping on the couch, then our only chick went to her then stayed beside her. My mother tried to shoo the chick away but it only comes back to the spot near my mother. I didn’t know they also can be so spoiled. What could be in their mind, yeah? Or are they just moving with their instinct? Hahaha.

Here’s my afternoon thoughts! While chilling here on the countryside!+_+

Mind your manners to the ones who lost their minds. Be kind.+_+