Isn't it crazy that the realest, most down to earth, nicest people I've ever met were the ones in a mental health facility?
Like I'm out here in the "normal" world dealing with fake smiles, people who say "let's hang out sometime" and never text you back, and friends who leave you on delivered for 3 days. But the second I step into a psych ward? Everyone's genuine. Everyone's honest. Nobody's got the energy to be fake when they're wearing hospital socks and eating room temperature jello.
Homie I met told me his entire life story within 5 minutes of meeting me. No small talk. No "so what do you do for work?" Just straight to the real stuff. Out here in society you gotta know someone for 3 years before they admit they're not doing okay.
The conversations in there had more depth than anything I've had at any social gathering. And nobody was trying to sell me anything. Revolutionary concept.
So either the most authentic humans on the planet are locked up in mental health facilities, or I'm just crazy.
Honestly? Probably both. Maybe I just belong there.