Her only real downfall, is that she’s crazy.
Now, to be fair, I think she would fully agree with my assessment here. In fact, my guess is that she is currently reading this and laughing hysterically.
Because she knows… she’s crazy.
You see, this friend of mine has a dilemma. She is the most even keeled, upbeat, fun to be around person you have ever met. I have honestly never in our entire friendship felt even a moment of harshness or irritability from her. As far as I can tell, she never gets irritated with anyone. Except her boyfriend that is. And even then, only when she’s on period.
In fact, this dear friend of mine has gotten into the habit of dumping her boyfriend. Every month. Right when she starts to bleed.
This has been going on for months now. I’ve honestly lost track of how many times she’s dumped him so far. And so this afternoon, when I got a message that she had started her period and dumped her boyfriend yesterday… all I could do was laugh.
She knows she does this. She always regrets it in less than 24 hours. I’m not sure they have officially been broken up for any longer than that even once. So, she realizes she does this even when it’s not really what she wants.
But she can’t stop herself.
Because she’s crazy.
Thankfully, he has come to realize this as well. When she and I got a chance to catch up this afternoon, she said that the two of them had already talked today as though nothing at all had happened last night. Apparently he has decided that the best way to handle these situations is to simply ignore them. Let her throw her hormonal fit, and then move on.
And she is more than happy with this resolution as well. Because she really doesn’t want to break up with him. She’s just crazy.
Although, I do have to say that I’m not sure what’s going to happen if the day ever comes that she really does want things to be over. I doubt that he would believe her at this point. Heck, for all I know; he’s simply started to filter out the words “we’re done” entirely.
I tell this story only to illustrate a point. The point being: We are ALL crazy.
Even the most put together and capable amongst us. I’m pretty sure it’s a female thing. Something missing from our genetic makeup that makes us ALL a little bit… special.
I know I personally have an issue with letters. I send them. These long, drawn out, dramatic letters. Anytime my heart ever gets hurt in the least, I pen a 10 page diatribe telling the perpetrator exactly how I feel about what they’ve done.
These are the kind of letters that you are supposed to write for your own well being and then never send. Except… I send them. I always send them. I can’t help myself. I get worked up and upset and this force takes me over. I become determined to ensure that nothing is left unsaid.
I do not like words left unsaid.
The problem here of course is that these letters are hardly ever well received. In fact, most of the time I think they’re laughed at and then passed around amongst friends.
Because sending a letter like that? It’s something only a crazy chick would do!
I consider it a testament to my growing maturity that Mr. Fix-It has still yet to receive a letter from me. But I am not naïve enough to believe that I have outgrown my craziness. I know it’s there. Lingering in the background. Just waiting for the next event that pushes me over the edge.
And then that person had better watch out, because I’ll tell you what – I can write a mean letter.
I’m crazy. Most of my friends are crazy. I’m willing to bet that you’re crazy.
We are ALL crazy.
And I think the men know it.
I think they recognize that not a one of us is sane.
We are ALL crazy.
And it’s in their best interest to just deal with it.
