Have I mentioned I have the crazy?
The crazy.
You know, that thing where your mind runs away from you with little to no warning and while you might look perfectly sane on the outside, on the inside your mind has gone from perfectly rational to living on the streets addicted to drugs, I’m gonna be an old maid with 31.2 cats, he-said-hi-to-me-what-do-you-think- it-MEEEEEAAAAANS?????????????? hysteria in the blink of an eye.
While this phenomena is usually found in matters of relationship, I (having no current relationship) have decided to let it into every area of my life. And by “decided” I mean “it forced its way in and I am powerless to control it so it has now set up a nice, comfy couch and plans to stay awhile.”
Traffic is particularly bad on the day I have an important early meeting?
Clearly the universe is out to get me and the only possible response is to yell furiously through my rolled-up window at the guy on the motorcycle who is going 50 mph in the Peach Pass express lane.
I wasn’t invited to the lunch/brunch/get-together?
Obviously they hate me and are trying to phase me out of the group. I “lift right out.”
I have to pack up my house for a move, keep out enough essentials for a two week transition, put everything in storage for said two weeks, just to unpack it all in a month all while commuting four hours to and from work 5 days a week?
It is physically IMPOSSIBLE to do this. Seriously. No person ever in the history of persons has ever had it this difficult. I’m tired just thinking about it. I should pack a box. I think I’ll take a bath.
:: The events depicted in this blog are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental. :: Ahem…
I have the crazy. But you probably already knew that. We’re usually the last to know about ourselves.
I took an accidental blogging break. For two and a half months, but who’s counting. And clearly that means that my first blog back has to be spectacular. Fantabulous. Life changing, earth shattering, amazing. Every time I thought about it my eye started twitching, so I just didn’t think about it and I definitely didn’t write it.
There it was again. The crazy.
So what’s the point? Well, I guess the point is I’m back.
You don’t have to comment. You probably didn’t even notice I was gone. But usually crazies like me don’t mind a little positive reinforcement either.
And the best part of this comeback? My first blog back is on a Friday which means I have the whole weekend to pretend I don’t have to figure out what to say next week.
