We all have been the crazy one before. We all have blown things out of proportion, spent hours worrying, and lost control. That's just the way we are with things that we're passionate about. Or at least things we think we are passionate about.
If we loved the people we loved for being perfect, we'd never love anyone at all. I can guarantee anyone that the person they love most in this world, is a TOTAL freak. In truth, we all are. We love our smartest companions for their eccentricity, and nerdy-ness. We love our best friends for being wild, and their quirks. We love our Mothers for their insane questions and worries, we love our dads for being excited about stupid things, and telling gross jokes behind our mothers' backs. We all love the class clown because they dare to be different, and we love our significant others for fighting to be with us, or for going where no person has ever gone before with us (get your mind out of the gutter, that's purely mental....unless you don't want it to be ;)).
There's method to all of our madness. We obsess because we love, we cry because we care, we fight because we have to hold on, and we go out of our way because we can't let go. When you're a little kid, people tell you that your parents, and your grandparents yell at you and push you because "they love you." As a little kid- you find that so hard to believe. You sit there and wonder why people would treat you poorly if they love you. As you get older, you start to understand the craziness a little more. You start to see where the worry comes from, why the yelling has to happen, and everything falls into place. You repeat the cycles you went through as a little kid but now it's you making the corrections. Now it's you sitting at home worrying about a boy, or fighting with a best friend.
We all have skeletons in our closets, we all have weird kinks in our systems. We're afraid of irrational things, we're obsessed with the wrong men, we're afraid of the right ones. We can't see the beautiful women looking back at us in the mirror, and we can't imagine who would be CRAZY enough to love us. We want to be skinnier, and taller, and shorter, and bigger, we want people to think we're funnier, to take us more seriously- we always want to be something else, or extra of what we've already got. We're all nuts, that's all there is to it.
We all do crazy things, say crazy things, and think crazy things. We love the craziest people, and we're craziest with the people we love. We all have our quirks, twerks, and fears. Never be crazy enough to lose someone crazy about you- because you'll drive yourself crazy, especially if it was just because they were crazy.
Love Always,
The Dime
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