It may sound weird but it was pretty cool sometimes. It was just three years ago that all kinds of bad crap happened to me and I got hospitalized for the first time in twenty years. I had also been living independently for twenty years. But my mom passed away and I was under a lot of stress and I cracked, ended up in a hospital and then put in a board & care home.
While I was there I always complained to my sisters how bad it was there but I had some genuinely good talks with people there. I did some cool stuff too. And a 7-11 was right next door and I went there two or three times a day and there were frequently homeless people sitting down in front of it and I would give them 2 or 3 dollars or buy them some food when I could and they got so they recognized me and I used to talk to them.
There was one lady out there in particular who I knew best. She was my age but she looked a lot older than me and she was really sweet and always friendly. But yeah, I went through some really scary situations there occasionally. A big group of the residents hung out back every day and I talked to them sometimes and the “leader” was this crazy guy who everybody was afraid of who laughed insanely and jabbered gibberish all day. He used to laugh at me sometimes but eventually I got on good terms with him and he saw I was friendly and we had mutual respect.
But I learned a lot there. And there were certain people who kind of liked me and would greet me. The women there were OK, I didn’t have any problems with them except for one woman who I argued with one time and she threatened to poison me, lol. But yeah, I had some good life experiences there. I would never want to go back but it wasn’t bad.