I've run into some crazy ass people lately. I don't know what to make of it, as I do not want to judge anyone - judging surely comes back to haunt you. I seem to be a magnet to it or I am noticing it more lately.
First, within the old gang, tongues are wagging of a crazy ass friend. I have also experienced her first hand, and even without the additional gossip of her lunacy, yes, it is obvious -- she's a freaking nut case. Life has taken a hard toll on her. Without her meds, she just isn't sure what is and what isn't true. I avoid her, unfortunately. I've tried, but her nonsensical attitude and gibberish have me shrugging my shoulders.
Then, there are the many gazillion of people who feel the urgency to comment on every page on the internet. I'm not sure if all are crazy ass people, but some go on and on and on. The definite crazy ones are there as well, giving commentary on everything from being "Christ-like" to politics to criticizism. Some of the really wacky ones talk about something completely off the subject, sometimes taking the shock effect, to rattle the writer or owner of the site.
Flipping through the television channels, I've recently found Ernest Angly (ck sp), Graham Norton and the two older British women who clean dirty houses. There are politicians from both sides, sometimes screaming what needs to be done. (Like this type of behavior will actually change or convince others.) The best form of craziness has been watching the different reality shows. I think Survivor is the winner in selecting the most crazy ass people of the country to be on their show.
Of course, from my own home plate advantage, the crazy ass people run rampant. As I smile as I write, this scenario can be the ultimate reason for me going into my secluded "hibernation" about four times a year. There are recently a few friends, now classified as acquaintances, because I just can't listen to the crazy ass ideas or plans of how the world would be a better place, if I would only help blah, blah, blah. Some have even had the balls to call me out of the blue and tell me what I need to change in my life to make it better. WTF? I really thought I was happy. Everything is running smoothly, cancer is at bay, business stronger than ever, all the kids are doing well. During this conversation, she tells me how many things are wrong in her life. WTF, again??? In my opinion, this goes beyond being rude. It's just a crazy person, not willing to take care of her home life, yet willing to tell someone how to run their life. Clean out the nuts in your cupboard, then you can come over and help clean mine. Duh!
On the road, there is a new crazy person driving around, wanting to beat you to where you're going. They are the ones who always have to drive in front of you. If you pass them, they speed up, so you can not pass them. What's the reason for this weird behavior? They are not going to the same place I'm going, are they? Do they have to beat me there? Even if we are going to the same place, do I have to follow them going 15 miles an hour under the speed limit while they're talking on their cell phones?
As with everyone, there are some crazy ass family members too. There is no family complete without the occasional nut case. However, with a large family, there seems to be a few more of them. I shall not go into details here. The crazy ass family members reading this won't recognize themselves anyway.
And finally, the exes. Ah, the biggest of the crazy ass people of the world. It can be my ex, someone else's ex, one of the kids' exes, a friend's ex. They are all lunatics wanting to stir up anything and everything. There is a reason why they are an ex, but they just don't see it. And in my exes house, I am sure I am referred to as one crazy ass bitch.
After all this ranting, it brings me to my point in question. What is normalcy and does it exist? Can we all just get along, even with the crazy ass people out there, not performing to norm as we perceive norm? Besides turning the other cheek, using diplomacy or just pretending they do not exist, is there anything else we can do?
The answer is no, there is nothing left to do with crazy ass people. They are everywhere - in person, on the internet, on the road and way too close for comfort at times. The reasons behind their insanity usually lie with only a few reasons. One, they do not receive the needed attention they crave, so they want attention in any way they can receive it - good or bad, but usually with bad behavior. Two, they are or in need of medication. Whether they take their medication is their decision, even if they are crazy. Three, they do not have priorities set in their lives and do not realize the importance of happiness. They usually intend on hurting people for petty reasons.
I've said it before, and as time passes in my life, I am believing it more and more. I will not have these people in my lives. My future memories will be filled with people closest to my definition of normalcy. No extremists, no narcissists, no self proclaimed gurus. Some days, it feels like Night Of The Living Dead movie. The freaking zombies just keep coming, and I don't know where they are coming from.
Feel free to leave a crazy ass comment. You may not receive one back from me, but I may forward them to Nurse Ratchet.
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