Today I had my lunch interrupted by some schizo who reeked of weed. First he was like "hey brother, do you have the time?" I told him the time and he asked if he could sit for a second. Before I could answer, he sat down at my table and started rambling on about a bunch of shit. Mainly about his plans to get government funding for some crazy idea he had scribbled in his notebook.
Then he told me he could stare at the sun with no damage to his eyes because of Jesus or something. I barely remember what else he said but eventually I pretended someone was calling me so I could walk away. He shouted as I was leaving "it's alright, I'll still pray for you brother"
This is not an uncommon occurrence for me. I think it's because I'm too timid and Bernd to just tell them to fuck off outright.