I will never forget those crazed blue eyes. Walking past the uncharacteristic fast food place, between the affluent shopping mall and the uptown library, this piercing creature jumped out at me. “Why are you following me? Why?!” Something snapped inside his poor mind. “I am not following you. I do not know who you are and I am not following you.” For fear of personal safety, I couldn’t break eye contact. He wouldn’t let me.
How would you handle a situation like that?
They don’t train you for anything like that in school. I didn’t see the “handling psychotic people” chapter in any compulsory textbook. There weren’t any mentions of anything even vaguely related in any standard college syllabi. Nor is it covered in employment paperwork or government documents.
Just hold firm and don’t back down.
Maintain eye contact. “Who are you? What do you want?!” Do not engage physically. “I have never seen you before. I don’t know who you are. I would like to walk away from this.” Show no fear. Even if you’re terrified on the inside, your exterior will typically not give you away in those moments of panic.
Just like that, the aggressive entity disappeared.
It’s probably been three years since that happened. I have suspicions as to what might have happened. The poor guy’s mind broke. Either due to circumstances under his control or against his will. Then he found himself wandering an affluent neighborhood looking for his sanity wherever it went.
I don’t know if he got the treatment he needed.
This case certainly wasn’t something I could take on. I couldn’t help him, then. I’m not sure if anyone else was able to help, nor do I know if he intimidated anyone else. He will just live on in my memories as this crazed character that instilled a sense of confidence in me, by accident, that I carry with me.
I will never meet anyone as intimidating in the professional world.
People will try to use their status or your employment as intimidation factors. They’ll scare you with prolonged eye contact while grilling you over quickly relaying information. Through all that, they will never physically harm you as this individual was capable of doing outside that fast food place.
It was a gift, dodging that wild beast.
I haven’t been in any life-threatening situations. My life has, until recent years, been mostly tame. I grew up a shut-in playing videogames. Now that I’ve broken free of that tutorial level, I’ll run into situations like this that will teach me new experiences, and hopefully level up into a more mature individual.
I’ll probably never meet this man again.
He’s either dead or cleaned up his act. If he’s sober, his possibly blonde hair and bright blue eyes would certainly host a different individual than the one I met that clear spring afternoon. I wouldn’t recognize his calmed demeanor nor would he recognize me at all.
That’s what I can hope for… at least.