I think i might die

Collgan

Collgan

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So there is this really creepy guy at my work ( i work at a hotel)i mean wear a trench coat bring a gun and shoot us all up at work kind of creepy. he is from missouri and met his ex wife online in a chat room. so he met her face to face 2 times and then moved to the east coast of canada and married her. She cheated on him three times and he is now getting divorced. he is 21 by the way. he is uber emo and told everyone that he hates not having something to do cause when he is bored he thinks and when he thinks bad things happen. He has this notebook that he writes in and oneday he left it out and one of the girls read part of it. she read a poem he wrote and the title was plastic smiles but she wasn't sure what it was about and told me about it. So last night at work he was cutting apart plastic hotel keys. We asked him why he was doing this and the said they were talking to him and they disrespected him and without think i just went "oh the plastic smiled at you?" Well he went ape shit and started screaming at everyone that was there "did you all have a good read did you enjoy my private thoughts. it was my notebook not yours". My automatic reaction was denial i was like no i had no ideayou had a notebook i would never read. ( it is true i never read it). so he stormed off. about 5 min later he came back and was like if you didn't read it then why did you say plastic smiles. I had to think fast and went on to say well in high school we called all the jocks and the rich kids, "cooler then shit" the plastics cause they were fake and they used mommies and dadies credit cards hence the were plastic. And the always wore fake smiles and they loved to disrespect everyone. so i thought it was a pretty good cover up and he believed me ( i think) and went on to say yeah thats what the poems in his notebooks were about and he loves to write. I was like ahh ok well i have to go home now. and left.

so i think that he might kill my co-workers or us sometime cause he was super pissed and i am not sure if he believed my excuse.

oh yeah he is emo too if you didn't pick up on that.

so you think my work is gonna die?
 
If his wife is still alive after she cheated on him then he'd probably have a higher chance of killing her?
 
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Damn that sucks.

 
hahahahaha

you completely misunderstood his poem

i can already tell by the title "plastic smiles" that the poem is probably about putting up a facade and pretending to be happy but really suffering miserably on the inside.

hahahaha the plastic smiled at you. oh god
 
And you're missing the point of his joke.

Every emo in the world as written a pathetic poem about the falsity of the people around them always failing to realize the deeper irony of their own pathetic fascade. Its transparent and weak and worst of all self-inflicted.

Dont worry bro, hes not a killer, he just wants to see you sweat becasue that means you're afraid of him. Hes seeking fufill himself through control of others, utilizing Machiavellian principles to achieve his goals.

Give me 20 minutes in a room with that kid and I'd have him crying about how his middle class parents were abusive or something like that. Hes just fragile, not dangerous.
 
I am nice to him. I try to be nice to everyone until i realize how stupid they actually are. But yeah this guy told me he thought i was "real" compared to everyone else that we work with but that was before the slip up. so now i guess if he does shoot up work i will only get shot once or twice instead of a bunch because he will remeber iam "real" and was nice to him.
 
yes he is, i love that guy "when he comes into work w/ a sawed off shotgun he'll come to my desk and be like...thanks for the candy" haha i love him
 
get him high and just chill with him, the real side of him will come out and he might be a cool guy. And if gets super angry when hes high and kills you it wasnt me
 
after i read this poem it didn't hit me until now that how funny that is when you said "why are the plastics smiling at you" omgg thats greatt
 
I totaly understand. I didn't read his notebook and i understand that its personal. He left the notebook on the front desk of the hotel so one of the girls picked it up to findout whos it was and then she realised it was claytons so she left it there.
 
ok so instead of a snickers bar i stole a piece of cheesecake from the kitchen and fed that to him. I guess i definatley won't get shot now. Oh and we were talking about guns an i told him i had 12 and i had a 1000 rounds for my 22 and he was like yeh thats good in case you ever wanted to lay seige to anything. I was like oh yeah the hotel will piss me off and i wll shoot it up joking around and he looked at me dead serious and said. " if you plan anything like that don't tell anyone cause then t gets complicated." and then i was like uhhhhh and he had to go help someone. and i ran home
 
looks like we got a regular "ski-chologist" on our hands. take your teachings somewhere eles, faggot. nobody ordered super gay with a side order of knowledge.
 
u lucked out. everyone knows emos wouldn't get up the balls to hurt anyone except themselves. i think ur kinda freaking out about nothing
 
confront him. Maybe the kid needs a friend. I am willing to bet that the only reason that you think he is scary as hell, is because he puts up a front for other people (plastic smiles) and that really he is someone who desires a friend. I know many people who have been looked upon as psychos, but once i talked to the person, they turn out to be interesing, and actually good friends.
 
ya its actually kinda sad that some people get in that type of loop and cant fingure it out. they will never be normal because of it. blame society
 
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