Have you ever heard that saying, "If you see crazy coming, you'd better cross the street."
Why do we not listen?
Why do we mistake crazy for something cute, or rational?
Why can't we just see crazy for the for the insane fuck up that it is?
Why do we marry it?
Have children with it?
Talk to it on the phone where bullshit flows freely and you reach all new levels of pissed!
And then are surprised when we fantasize crazy being struck by lightning, or hit by multiple vehicles, or maybe even abducted by aliens and probed often.
If only had I listened, not only would I have crossed the street, I would have crossed the state line!
Wishing I'd have crossed the damn street!
1 comment:
Totally relate - crazy comes in all sorts of packaging eh?
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