My problem is that I’m too nice. People see that about me and recognize an opportunity (to get what they want). I have a few decent friends but I also have those people who have taken my money or tried to hurt me. Sometimes it makes me really angry but I try not to think about it. One of these days I might start being a real jerk. Maybe then I’ll get ahead in life.
That could be my story too.
I used to be way too nice. People took it as weakness. At the time I thought it was the opposite since I was delusional, I thought I wasn’t nice enough so I tried extra hard to be nice, and people took it as weakness. I’ve done better at finding a happy medium from what I used to be.
Psychosis=A mix of being too nice and being too angry for me
Now through meds I’ve kinda found a middle ground. I’m still pretty nice though 
I am also too nice. But i don’t make friends. I thought only several people who really like me can be my friends. So no one will use it.
i am also a little bad from what I done before. And I am becoming bad and bad.
My mother’s principal character flaw was that she let people take advantage of her too easily. She developed psychosis at 60.
Surprisingly for a PSZ, I might have been too trusting or naive the other day. Okay nothing bad happened but it was awkward.
So I sat in the tram, just minding my own business. And there is this sort of tacit rule of public transportation: do not make eye-contact and certainly do not start a proper conversation. Well the elderly man that came to sit in front of me wasn’t having that. He started chit-chatting away. And I thought, ah this is unusual, but why not? A conversation can be fun. So I went along with the conversation. Then the guy had some strawberries with him, and offered me some. I politely said I was ok, but he insisted so I took one. We talked some more, and he kept offering me strawberries, insisting each time had one. I did think this was a bit unusual, but hey, on the other hand, it is also a friendly gesture, and those were good strawberries.
So he asked where I was going and I told the stop, and remarkebly, that was his stop as well. We had talking about what I was doing in life, and what he was doing, nothing all too special, but when we were near the stop, the strawberries were finished, and the guy offered me to drink a coffee. Again I politely rejected since this was truly a bit unusual, I was aware of that. But he knew how sell his coffee, and again I thought, unusual yes, but also a nice gesture so why not.
We were sitting at the coffee place and he already knew I did not have _girl_friend as I had told him. But kept asking about relationship things. Things were getting awkward. But this guy was good at this, he backed off when things got awkward and talked about acceptable things quickly again. As we were having our coffee, and it was I must admit, a fairly entertaining conversation except for the awkward bits, but the guy every now and then touched me on the shoulder or something. Things were making me slightly uncomfortable. Then later as we spoke, he touched me pretty inappropriately on the upper leg. Then he asked me whether I minded that, and I answered yeah that it was awkward. Then he told me he would wanted touch even higher! Haha, I could barely hold my laughter. But it was also very awkward.
So I finished the coffe and got out of there quickly to a friend. This was some persistent guy, I got to give him that, and sly ■■■■■■ as well. Must have been about 30 years older than me. Goes to show that giving someone the benefit of the doubt repeatedly can have you molested. Well the term seems a bit heavy to me, but I suppose If I were to grab a woman in the crotch when she’s clearly not ok with it that would be what it’s called.
Damn, what a story
Yes, kinda funny in some sense as well I think, but at a certain point really uncomfortable. I was never really scared when things turned awkward, for this was fragile man approaching his sixties that I could handle if necessary. But the thing is that his steps were so small that it all happened kinda behind my back so to speak. Sly old pick-up artist!
I once fondled a girls butt by mistake on the tram, the girl was blushed and with a panic look on her face. My hand was on a handler and her butt was right there, it was something soft so my finger was moving, when I realized it was her butt I apologized immediately, poor girl!
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hahaha ‘it was something soft so I went for it’ lol 
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Yeah, and she was cute too I was so embarassed
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