Little Miss Crazzzy

The other day I was walking through town with my mother when she suddenly announced that she thought I was a control freak. 

 Beg your pardon? A what???? Moi?

‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ I said, before suggesting that she pick up her feet because we were running late by approximately 8.5 minutes. 

As I briskly power walked along the pavement, tall soya Costa latte with one squirt of cinnamon in one hand and sat nav in the other, I began to ponder! Was it true? Was I controlling? Or even worse was I… A FREAK??

Hmmm I guess I do get very irritated by vagueness… If someone says I’ll see you end of the week – what does that even mean? What if I am currently at the end of a week? 

Does that mean the end of the working week? Thursday? Friday? Does it mean at the weekend? Which week are we talking here? The current week (in that case do you mean now???) or the following week?

If an event is not penciled in the filo-fax than how would anything get done? Lazy day – fantastic! Let’s do it… but lets just put in the diary so I don’t make plans to renovate my china collection. 

Once I arranged (months in advance) to catch up with a relative of mine after work. It was a busy day but I had allocated a 2 hour slot. Then I got the call. She was running late. She hadn’t even got on the train yet. What the hell???

I was so disorientated I actually wept. In the street. Only for a few seconds I hasten to add. But still. I wouldn’t be back in time for The Killing now. And how the hell was I supposed to squeeze in my yogalates session?? 

Some people are so unaccommodating aren’t they!? 

In retrospect I should have just gone and got a coffee and chilled in a cafe for an hour or so but instead I got really irate about the fact that now my whole schedule for the evening had gone tits up. 

The past few weeks I have been talking to people about the weird and nutty often completely irrational tendencies that make them act in illogical CRAZZZY BIIITCH ways.

The more people I spoke to peeps, the more I realized that within all of our personalities there is a MR or MISS CRAZY of some description lurking beneath the veneer of normality. It kinda made me feel better about the whole control-freak fiasco, knowing that I was surrounded by freaks just like me. 

MISS MEAN-GREEN – For instance one of my friends is a self-confessed crazy jealous freak and sometimes finds it really hard to be happy for other people.

MR SILENT-STALKER Another confessed to me that he had recently become aware that he is a bit of a stalker mainly through the means of social networking sites… I walked into his room to find the guy cocooned in his duvet scouring the fb photo’s of his latest victem. Totally cool guy otherwise tho! He only really realized his crazy ways when it suddenly occurred to him he knew far too much about people he had only met a few times in his life.

 MISS WHINER-BIG-TIMER One chick I know is an avid whiner, she moans about everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. Good gawd it’s irritating. But she was blissfully unaware of this tendancy until someone close to her and who she trusted told her to ‘lighten up before he put his head in the oven’.  

MISS LOVE-ME-PLEEEEEAAASE Someone else I spoke to had a bit of an approval addiction problem. They help others to the point of physical exhaustion and illness. Not good. But otherwise she is a perfectly wonderful, balanced human being.

And these were just a handful.

WHAT ABOUT THESE FREAKOUT GEMS…

O gawd! 

…and Kristen Wiig in Bridesmaids has got to be my favourite crazy of all time! Completely irrational but movie gold! 

http://youtu.be/Z9heR4uqMWQ

I was kinda surprised so many people were brave enough to tell me about their inner Crazzzy Biiitch. I mean it’s not something easy to own up to but all these people were such cool and wonderfully secure people they recognised that imperfections were in everyone. I began to realised that no-one is perfect. 

It’s weird, but the people who told me they had NOTHING crazy or irrational about their personalities had some of the biggest Crazzzy Biiitch personas of them all.

They genuinely thought they were perfectly emotionally balanced in every way -which is ludicrous because I know for a fact one of them tried to stab their ex-boyfriend with a kitchen fork! 

MISS WHY’S-THERE-NO-HUMOUS? One of my bezzies had a Crazzzy Biiitch moment when she got home after a incredibly stressful day and realised whoever had done the weekly shop had forgotten humous. O man, it wasn’t pretty. It just pushed her over the edge and she went into a blind rage. 

The thing is it wasn’t really about humous. Humous was just the straw that broke the camels back. I mean I know it’s delicious but geezus! She is definitely not the type of person to normally be upset about something like that. 

I guess a lot of our crazy moments aren’t really about the immediate problems at all. It’s often down to hormones, past experiences, upbringing, thought patterns, stress, love, passion, fear, childhoods, mid-life crisis, or maybe your just having a particularly shite day... maybe even a combo of many of these?? 

The thing is there’s no point in beating yourself up about it (unless you have a tendency to stab people with forks – in that case definitely get that seen to!).

 EVERYONE has a crazzzy biiitch in there somewhere.The difficult part is figuring out where the line is between something being an innate part of your personality and something you are doing that is actively starting to affect your relationships with people. If it’s the latter maybe it’s time to make a change SISTER (or BROTHER)!

So that’s where I’m at. Making changes for the greater good. Well trying. Embarking on a new voyage of self-discovery. Making sure I get some chill time – well let’s just say I’ve penciled it in the diary.

Have a great week peeps. 

x

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