Why Crazy?

You may know a friend or perhaps yourself are cursed with this just plain unhealthy tendency to get involved with assorted loonies.  Why? What malfunction leads to them to these acts of twisted masochism.  Is it pain with out the scars? Is studded leather all that expensive?  Maybe they feel guilty for a seedy past life as a 17th century pimp, we may never know because they too might just be fucking crazy in their own right.

First off lets recognise the crazies.  Assorted coo coo’s may have a sorted issues so  let us make a “word cloud” yeah*, a cloud of crazy.

possessive, disloyal, pathological, cheat, liar, abusive, schizo, leech, drama llama, uncommunicative, obsessive compulsive, unappreciative, violent, drunken, cracked out, irresponsible, anal retentive, unattentive

Ok, it looks like a list but picture a *cloud*

Now, lets make the another cloud of the wackadoo enablers

hero, low self-esteem, guilty, glutton for punishment, bad daddy, needs to be needed, gullible, infatuation, self delusion.

Combine both clouds you get hydrogen..yeah bad joke….more like SULFUR AND THE BRIMSTONE OF HELL THAT COMES WITH IT.  AHHH AHHH! Sorry, had a Sam Kinison moment there OHHHHHH OHHHHHHH!   Ah, look him up.

And now I shall explain in character.

Yes, low self-esteem: “Damn, poor girl honestly thinks she can’t get better than that trampy ass nigga.”

“I don’t know why I love him I just do,” she says with the same face someone has when their dog gets run over.

“He neeeeds me”

“Buts I can help her”

” Oh, he wouldn’t do that to me”  “

She promise blah blah blah”

How infatuation works:  Crazy A gets involved with Crazy B.   Crazy B shows many red flags pointing various symptoms of crazy.  Crazy A ignores those things for what ever reason and starts hanging pretty pictures over the holes in the wall.  Perhaps Crazy needs to feel needed, or Crazy B reminds her of her daddy, yet Crazy A manages to ‘fall in love’ with the Crazy B which is no longer Crazy B but a much more appealing manifestation  created in Crazy A’s crazy little head.

Crazy A stays in a relationship with the verbally and physically abusive Bastard B.   Sometimes with the rationals of not wanting to abandon one in need, fear of being alone and/or convinced they can’t do any better.  CAN’T FIND A BETTER MAN”  sorry..that was an Eddie Vedder moment.    Buts lets take a big step back from clinical psychology because I only have an honorary doctorate in crazy.   Or was that clinical diagnosis?

As you are starting to get the feel, the ingredients of crazy swirl around to make various recipes for  screw balls, nut jobs and  ding bats.

What needs to happen is a Steward Smiley moment, “I’m good enough, I am smart enough, and gosh darn it”..I don’t need this mother f ‘ers crazy ass shit.

Maybe a friend may have to step in, butt in , risk a friend ship and say,  “Yo, dude, your girls trailer trash, like ya know “around the outside, around the outside”

“You woman is costing more than you pay in rent.”

“Yes he will cheat again, look he is doing it now, no Europeans do not french their cousins.”

“Nah, I don’t think a, forgetting the Pabst is punishable by beating.”

You could show them the mirror, and say ” Love should make you look and feel like a good tan, a glow of energy. Not a heroine addict.

Self esteem can be tricky.  You may not want to pursue a normal person, because you don’t want to risk hurting them.  A guilt complex that goes hand in hand with the low self-esteem because you also are indirectly saying that you are not worth them taking the chance.  I think they are out there. I think that some of the more unapproachable and assorted jerky  may be  just that.  Just like any other crazy, there is no reason to put up with that neurotic crap either.

You also have the thrill seeker, the girl who gets turned on my motor cycles, power, danger.  Mofia hitman or underground kick boxer.  They find they flaws worth the thrill.  Some guys sweat the edgy bitch that look like they are stepping out of some dark sci fi movie or punk show.  The man who will take you by the neck, or the girl that will rape you in a theater.  Of course most just end up being crazy and no where no as cool as your imagination lead you to beleive.

Crazy is that crazy does, just never, never,  call a crazy person crazy.