Ruminations from a Suburban Couch
I want to be crazy with someone. I would like to go completely insane with someone. Instead of always being crazy at someone, I would like to enjoy my insanity in the presence of someone who enjoys it, even revels in it. I am finally ready to meet that person. And I think I'm satisfied enough with myself to the point that I can admit that I'm crazy and declare that that's not a bad thing. For a long time, I refused to acknowledge that I was a little to the left of sane, and then there was a great deal of time where I recognized that I had some issues but tried to hide them, assuming that others would see them as flaws, and now...well, now I believe they're what make me so amazing. No, they don't always feel amazing and sometimes they can make me downright ornery, but they're a part of me and always will be, which must mean that they're part of what makes me whole. That's a lot of self-discovery right there, folks. Drink it in. You, too, can be this self-aware. All it takes is a long relationship filled with trials, a heartbreaking end to that adventure, and too much time on your mom's couch.