Speaking of Psychosis

She sits there, naked. The only thing covering up her 50+-year-old body is a small towel that doesn't completely come together in the front. She wears pink foam shoes and has the tiniest mirror manufactured to do her makeup as she sits on the bench. She moves incredibly slow as she applies her makeup, as if it were a piece of art, although for being a piece of art, instead of turning out like a Thomas Kincaid, it turns out more like a Picasso. Atrocious. There is fluorescent pink lip stick, eyeliner that is blotched and crooked and mascara that is clumpy. Strange that she would put so much time into this work of art, just to have it turn out the way that it does. She walks around the locker room completely naked, minus the partially covering towel, as if she is the only person in the world.

Some people I have told this to have asked, "Does she have a really fantastic body that she is just wanting to show off?" and the answer is no. I mean it could be worse obviously, but there is nothing about her that I want to look at, especially naked.

She has a mug that sits next to her on the bench. I'm not sure what is in it, coffee?? tea?? water?? psychiatric medications?? I'm not really sure what goes on in her world. The only time she realizes that there are 10 girls waiting for lifeguarding class sitting all around her to be let into the pool is when someone might say something funny in which she cocks her head, sometimes looking away from the world's tiniest mirror, sometimes not, and gives a closed mouth smile as if to say, "I'm slightly creepy and possibly mentally deranged." It's a very interesting situation.

The first time I saw her in there I tried to excuse away the thoughts like this lady was crazy. Maybe she needed some down time in the locker room...naked. Maybe she was just tired from a busy day and needed to be...naked. When it has continued to happen two days a week for the last three weeks though I'm running out of excuses for her other than she might be slightly psychotic. She also suffers from psychosis. While this should probably bring me comfort...it doesn't. I find it disturbing and strange. I wish she would put her clothes on.

Just one more odd and interesting thing that happens to me on a weekly basis.

I'm sitting here listening to the sound of a very tired sleeping boy across the room. It's nice. I like that sound. Now if I were only tired....