He walked into the train car swinging his knapsack like a draw string bag and dropped it on the floor. A beer in his left hand, he turned himself and occupied both seats like a lounge chair as he talked to himself continuously. At first I thought he was on the, no a days, you gotta pause before you assume someone is talking to you or themselves. It was pretty apparent though, once we were underground where there was no cell reception. That put me on alert. I've learned a long time ago not to completely tune out on public transit, not if you can help it anyway. As the train move along the tracks he move restlessly. I kept an eye on him from my periferal in the event I had to move quickly. Suddenly, he put his right hand in his pants below the waist, in front, keeping it there. He started he moving his hand around, seemingly like he was playing with himself. I thought to myself, 'Lord have mercy, father if this man is unstable, keep him calm in this train care under the ground with me in it'.
He removed his right hand and after about 40 seconds, he shifted in the seat and replace his right hand with his left hand. He just played with self. I look around inconspicuously to see if there were any open seats so I can gently move. Eventually he took his hand out and started scratching his left armpit as his self talk raise in volume. The train stopped and let out and take in passengers. A six foot plus caucasian, tatted man with a large knapsack and a kick scooter 🛴 looked at him lounging and said, "can I sit here ". The young man who I'll call, Feeler man, pulls his hand out his pants, jumps up and moved to the corner seat saying, "sure, sure, sure". The man--who I'll call Scooter-man sits down.
Feeler-man still having conversations with himself, fidgets in the corner seat, then, to my horror, promptly puts his left hand in his ass. He digs around in there, then pulls his handir out, leans forward, bend and wipes it to the underside of the vacant seat where I was sitting. I thought, 'what in the actual royal fuck'! Only to see him do it again two more times. I thought, 'uh uh, hell to the fucking no'!
While I have compassion for those that suffer from mental illness, which clearly can be applied to Feeler-man. I had finally reached my threshold of uncomfortable endurance. I got up. I still had a long way to go, with a sensitive hip but I simply didn't care, at that point, I needed to seek refuge elsewhere. It was all too much. I gently rose, walked to opposite end of the train car, ensuring that my face didn't betray what I was feeling, stood for a couple of stops as there were no seating. I was finally able to get a seat and enjoyed the rest of my ride in relative comfort.
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