Ever had that moment in time, drunk or sober, when that switch in your head flips and common sense and logic high tail it out the window and all you are left with is the comforting thought of “Where’s the harm?”, so you go ahead and let your crazy hang all out, in public or with the one person you were trying so damn hard to keep your Bunny Boiler antics from?
Good! I’m glad I’m not alone then! WTF?! How we do go from being so mentally stable and sane to completely losing the plot and doing or saying something so totally random and “out of character” (or at least that’s what I’d like to believe)! Its like EEEEEEEEEEKKKKK Rewind, Rewind!! Pause! Stop! Anything! Sometimes its almost instant that you realize the Level 3 Psychopath has escaped and showed its smug little face and all you think is – “Shit maybe he/she didn’t notice…. Maybe If I believe in my head it didn’t happen then it will all go away.” And then, sometimes, when your pot has really boiled over and your bunny is totally charred, it takes a few days for the craziness to settle in and you are left feeling humiliated! Not to mention you now owe all non crazy parties, a red and shame faced apology, followed by an admission, (PLEASE NOTE: admitting that one cannot control one's addiction or compulsion is step 1 of the 12 step programme, for those of you in need of help like me!), of just how ridiculously out of line and demented you actually behaved! Oh The Shame!
What is that?! How the hell do we get to that place and does it happen to everyone, or is it really just subject to the select few of us who were born with more “crazy” than others?! Close friends and family of mine, I think, (I hope) have all come to accept my crackass personality and understand than on days that I’m acting crazier than a shit house rat, to ignore and avoid me at all costs. They, as I do, believe it is just safer that way.
Shame, I actually know there are a number of peeps who will be reading this thinking “Yup – I may have imagined her in a straight jacket once or twice, when the crazy eyes set in” but the fact that they will still be reading shows that if you look beyond my, at times, crazy glare and sometimes sticky up hair and ignore my sometimes narcissistic ways you will see that I’m really no more crazy than the next Bunny Boiler!
Long live the Crazy!
A bunny Boiler is a female stalker isn't it? LMAO?
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love this....oh there is most def a lil crazy in all of us.....OR...maybe its just you and i dude...Lol, its always been a great wonder of mine...where does that crazy bitch all of a sudden come from?? aaaah man, as horrible and embarassing as those moments are they gonna happen!!
ReplyDeleteBut u gotta keep in touch with ur more graceful side!! with enough focus it can be done!!