Now most of you who have seen Martin Lawrence's stand up comedy, You So Crazy, already know the direction I'm headed given the title. Cheating is nothing new under the sun in this 2010 day an age, and so it always amazes me how easy it is for someone to haphazardly, unbeknownst to them of course, hook up with an individual that is literally coo coo for coco puffs! Now if you are a single guy or gal, then this type of maladaptive behavior flaw in an individual will only cause strife to you alone. However, if you are the unfaithful party of a couple then you have the great challenge of unleashing this macabre lover on not only you, but your family as well.
I have had some extra, almost eerily, overly caring and trust issue men in my life but nothing too stalker-ish so I was intrigued after watching Fatal Attraction for the umpteenth time, how mere encounters can turn into assault and homicide! How does that relationship erupt, and also how does one happen to evolve into that kind of crazy!? Are there cliff notes on how to be insane? Beginners guide to sociopathy perhaps? I've never been that vengeful to be the type of lady that damages property, or threatens ex's with their lives, hold family members hostage, or take on kidnapping as a hobby so I'm baffled and yet intrigued at the whole idea.
Give me your thoughts, share your stories..we gotta stop the craziness people! Or at least put it in a screenplay and make some money off the whole ordeal!
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Of course after witnessing a beautiful dedication and a superb afternoon meal, a drive down 95S should prove rewarding as the passing scenery brings me closer and closer to my destination - home! But nooo...upon entering the lovely abode that I have helped create to be a sanctuary..the lovely cinnamon and apple smell that I departed with has now been masked by the dank, harsh reality of a soft substance only known to those with a crass tongue as shi$! Now, the princess of my home, Empress, who I've so eloquently introduced you all to earlier in a previous post, has decided that my time away was not fitting for her and she has thus broke out of her cage and unleashed all types of excrement throughout the house! Now a pet owner that loves her dog and understands the notion of how long one mere Bichon can hold their urinary obligations is one thing, but I am not that owner! I have come to realize, that I really can not stand dogs! I feel like I am perpetually babysitting a puppy that is not mine, and am in constant need and desire to return her to her true owner!! Sad this must sound, but its honest. Another virtue I explained in another post lol!
She is cute, cuddly and conniving! A cunning fur ball that constantly receives endless oohing and aahing, as if she's a newborn, when reality her one year on earth has earned her a bad wrap in my book! You may think "Oh you're being too hard on her, What did you expect when you bought a pet, She's just a baby.." All true, but who is on my side haha?! All you damn pet lovers make me sick with your constant defending of dogs! Its so obnoxious lol! I am actually thinking that the wicked witch of the west was misinterpreted! Toto wasn't all that nice!
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Life as I know it, always seems to be in some sort of twisted spiral where I have to consistently be the bigger person, and therefore receive the short end of the stick. I'm not saying that I am above learning a thing or two, but a persons life should be fulfilling as opposed to filled with abuse, misconduct and carelessness. These last adjectives come attached to episodes of present and past friendships lost, and current stalemates of associates that just wax and wane into oblivion at a moments notice. I am tired of the game of caring. I am tired of assumptions that wind up leaving me alone and lonely and crying to myself wondering am I that bad of a person that I clearly can't be befriended the way I feel that I should be or the way that I am to another. Ugh... reckless thoughts hit me harder on some days and are mere pin pricks on others. My demeanor cool to the touch as to not arouse the onlookers, but below brews a mastermind of creativity that just simmers with soreness and a want to be compassionately held and rocked into a heavenly stupor of knowledge that everything will work out and in God's plan and divine order.
As of this post, I'm not sure anyone has even read my blog. I am cool with that..a little. This is a point of contact and reference from my soul to the world. Maybe it will draw a crowd, or muster up a water cooler conversation at some point. Either way, this was a deep one I'm sure..thanks for listening Casper..my nonexistent audience. I know you feel me..
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