The voices in his head that he thinks are God, Satan, and three telepaths tell him not to take his medication. He listen to either them or the pastor of the church that he goes to when it comes to anything that relates to a decision. At least the other schizophrenic who I share an apartment with just thinks that the police have telepathic powers and that if he signs a contract needed to be signed in order to live here that the police will use those telepathic powers to read and steal his thoughts.
So, they are outright insane.
Yes. I've only known one schizophrenic individual who wasn't insane. He was part of a bowling team the next town over and ate mostly yogurt and casino buffet food. The only weird thing he ever did was brush off his hallucinations, which in reality made me think he had Tourettes Syndrome until he told me he was schizophrenic.
Also I forgot to mention that Antonio, the one that thinks the police have telepathic powers, also thinks that if you chat on the internet the other person will be able to read your thoughts and such. The only websites he ever goes to are Youtube and Craigslist, and mostly Youtube because he adores cute and cuddly animals as much as I do. I get along better with him than Andrew, because when Andrew is not trying to force religion down his throat he's doing things that make me wonder if he's going to rape me in my sleep.
I'm afraid to use one of the bathrooms in this apartment because it's the one Andrew uses. Granted, I have a paranoid personality due to years of abuse and bullying, but my god I really shouldn't have to be afraid to use a bathroom in my own apartment. Yet I am because of one fuckwit who sexually harasses me, sniffs my farts, and on some occasions blatantly tells me to touch his peter moments after he either whacks off while calling my name, whacks off while singing Christian Rock, or holds his penis and acts like it's a hyperactive dog on a leash. Usually with the door open or once in a while out in the living room.
Honestly, what the fuck? Did I piss off some mad god in the process of moving into this apartment complex? Some days I wonder if this isn't some kind of divine retribution or just the Demiurge fucking with me.