He may have a form of Dementia in the early stage.
My dad used to love to tell the same bunch of stories over and over in a endless loop about events from his past that made a big impact of his life.
The older he got, the more his memory from his past took over the present.
When he retired at age 80, we knew he had changed mentally, and he was finally dx’d with dementia at age 81.
He died before turning 82, but all his stories are stuck in my head, so it’s as if he is still here and not gone…I’m really happy for those stories.
@mjseu,
my dad liked looking at pretty women (respectfully of course), “That’s just what men do” he’d say, “and I may be old, but I can still see”.
Gtx1990, you have an interesting psychological problem that you should discuss with your psychologist, how I see it is that you should build more confidence in yourself, I just do not know how. You try to build your courage. Back in 1991 when I completed my Master’s thesis in America I had an adviser who was a Vietnam war veteran and he used to tell ‘Without courage all other values are meaningless’, he had been twice in a helicopter crash in Vietnam.
There was this one guy I knew who was in the mental health system on an outpatient basis. He had a degree in architecture, but he said he’d never worked. He was on disability, and he collected aluminum cans from dumpsters. He rarely changed his clothes, and his blue jeans were black with dirt. He collected lighters, and he glued rocks and sticks to them. I thought it was kind of twerpy, but one time I saw the inside of his apartment, and he had hundreds of these lighters with all this ■■■■ glued to them standing in his one room abode. It had a strong and erie effect. One time I came across him and this other guy drinking beer on the street. They invited me to join them. This guy would go out a panhandle a little money when we got low on beer. He seemed to have a nack for it. The police came and told us that they were very busy and didn’t have time to arrest us, but if we didn’t quit panhandling for beer they would make time. I enjoyed drinking with those guys.
I think public school boys covers most of these, except maybe psychiatrists, who are clearly have narcissistic tendencies and poor bedside manner! A pre requisite of the profession maybe?
I spent a year in a private psychiatric hospital, and I was underwhelmed by psychiatrists. I was twenty-eight, and they put me in with a bunch of virulently mysoginistic adolescent boys. I was nearly completely cut off from women. At that point in time I could have benefitted from interaction with women in a non-threatening environment. Then again, maybe I was hopeless even then.
I revisited my birthplace when I was about 35 and I walked around waving a cooking spoon. A friend told me I was seen a lot and got called “the lady with a spoon”.
Michael Jackson was "weird " but listen to what he contributed.
We used to have the ‘homeless millionaire’ until he died he was friendly.
There is a middle aged asian man called the ‘sound man’ (we are so unimaginative) that makes really strange noises like the guy off Police Academy all the time. He’s always either near my bus stop or reading in the library.
There is a man that, every day, moves a bin liner about twenty feet up the road, goes back for another and then moves that another twenty feet up the road before going back for the first bin liner. It’s like a strange relay he does.
There is a man my dad refers to as ‘metal man’ which I think is harsh as he clearly has OCD and needs to touch everything metal. Lamposts, drains, bike racks, everything. He also walks to town (30 min walk) in a very urban area so it must be hellish for him.
Otherwise I don’t think there is anyone really weird around.
I didn’t rate the polo shirts some of them wore instead though 
he was friendly.