The Most Interesting Young Man.

I’ve met some amazing and intriguing people in my life thus far. Some have been weird and wonderful, others bland and beautiful. But some weeks ago, I met a young man who has captured my attention - like no one has ever before.

I first met him when he howled at me into my face - from less than three feet away. He was bewildered, dazed and confused as to what was going on around him. Taking the time to reassure him, he gazed up at me like he hadn’t a clue where he was.

Day by day, he started to find his feet. He needed some good medical assistance in those initial days, which seemed to bring him around. He was seemingly still a little perturbed about his existence, and needed constant care.

With every little bit that passed his lips, we started to see his true personality come out. He became more vocal and more animated when he spoke. It would be a frequent thing for him to shake his fists at me, when trying to make a point.

But in the past couple of weeks I’ve seen the real him. We have discussed sensitive topics, including politics, music and sport. His views are forthright, if a little garbled and confusing. But therein lies the fascination – what is he actually trying to say?

We’ve had a few drinks between us and I can tell you, he can’t hold his drink. It wouldn’t be uncommon for him to drop his chin to his chest and spew.

He is not a pretty drunk either, screaming and shouting abuse when others try to assist him. But I have, nonetheless, knowing that despite his protestations, he will appreciate it later when he wakes from his stupor.

And when he wakes he finds all that has gone on before, absolutely hilarious. And it is almost impossible not to laugh along with him. His tone of laughter is infectious.

He is fascinating on so many levels. He is brutally honest and tells you exactly what he thinks of you. It doesn't matter how good or bad your day has been - he doesn't care, as long as his needs are met. In his world, he is number one.

 

His needs are basic. He doesn’t hold material possessions in high estimation. All he wants is a safe roof over his head and enough food to keep him going.

And did I mention that he’s my eight week old son?