I think I may be crazy

This is a question, statement, exclamation that I have considered and discussed with my friends many times before.  I’m around 98.67% sure I am nuts.  Then I wonder, do crazy people know they’re crazy or do they think they’re sane? The next thought is “Of course they don’t think they’re crazy! They think they’re sane....right?” It’s this circular reasoning that gets me all sorts of confused and then I just resign to the fact that I am, indeed, bat shit crazy.

Now you would think this may upset me or lead me to change my insane ways but, nay, I embrace it. I think if you can accept your crazy and just go with it, it’s less imposing to others...I think.

The following are examples of my insanity and my complete embracing of it:


I am an AWFUL person.  I don’t mean this in a self degrading way, but I mean it in truth.  I think awful things and most often say them but I find them funny.  Some people don’t.  I was having a conversation with a good friend the other day about an event that occurred.  In said event most people would be embarrassed or very consoling, but no...not me.  I just straight up asked the first question on my mind, “That’s it huh?”  Thank God I surround myself with people who love my blunt demeanor versus being offended because that could have gone SO POORLY.  Sane individuals have some form of social cues and I seem to be devoid of a lot of those aforementioned cues.

I have a wedding pinterest board.  Yep.  I said it.  I admit it.  It’s full of giant rings, cakes, flowers etc that at this point is nothing more than delusions of grandure due to the fact that I am single.  A lot of girls have them and don’t think its odd at all but if I were a guy I would be scared shitless.  Seeing all of these pinned expectations and desires is enough for any man to want to cheat on you with some low rent slut that only wants to dye her hair bleach blonde with brown as dirt roots.  She only needs some bleach and Wal Mart jewelry.  “What’s DSW,” she may ask as she tweets her feelings on her gaudy blinded out cell phone.  Even though the wedding pinterest board is in direct correlation with my failed relationships, I cannot and will not give it up.  That’s nuts.

I have recently decided that I am going to try to go Paleo.  I think that is enough of humor in and of itself that I do not need to explain my insanity any further.

I wrote this entire post while listening to Marry Me by Jason Derulo on repeat. Cool

Eat the chips, drink the wine,
S