jackrabbitslimm

I'm single...
I'm also neurotic and insane,
if i were a pro wrestler, I'd be Captain Insane-o, and my theme music would be "Mamma Weer All Crazee Now by Quiet Riot.
I make no bones about this fact.
And why should I?
The woman I was engaged to, the woman I intended to marry was and still is bat shit crazy.
In fact, every girl I've ever dated previously has been some form of looney.
Just not my type of looney.
We all are slight-a-bit nuts, we're human, we've all had different traumas and dramas go down that shaped us into the neurotic lumps of jelly that we are.
So we go looking for "love" , that happy sappy bullshit that Lloyd Dobbler and those douche-bags from "The Notebook" spoon-fed us to believe that we can't be happy until we wrapped up in a cocoon of perfect bliss.

Seriously people???

And now here's the rub, people aren't looking for their "soul mates", they are looking for their equivalent on the "insane-o-meter"
Thats what makes relationships last.
Crazy compatibility.
There is that saying that "love isn't always enough", well thats true because you may love someone but when it comes down to the nitty gritty that maybe they just aren't your type of crazy.

Now I don't condone in any way, shape or form of abuse but I kind of understand those abusive relationships where the abused keeps going back.... its because their type of crazy fits each other. On a rational level its completely defies logic as to why someone would continue to endure that but its not just misplaced love its "crazy love" that fits that specific couple. And no amount of rationality will break that up.

When its all said and done that is exactly what we are all looking for, someone who understands our insanity and we understand their insanity.
Hopefully not in the abusive sense, just in the way that our foibles and neurosis have common ground.
When you've found your type of crazy then it all just clicks.
Soulmates is a bullshit term, there are no soulmates, there is only "crazy mates"
When you find your "crazy mate" you can finally let your guard down and be vulnerable and be yourself because your with someone who has the same insanity as you.
And I gotta tell you my friends, i don't know about you but that sure is a comforting thought. That maybe just maybe there is some equally as insane as me out there just waiting to be fucking crazy with me.
Here's to being bat shit crazy with the one you love!


Next on the docket:
Oh impulse buys.
Oh the gloriousness and the folly of those impetuous decisions that leave you wondering if it was a good idea or not.
I suppose what I'm getting at is I was on a walk to return some movies and make an appointment to get my hairs chopped. I got those chores out of the way and as I was walking down Hennipen ave I spied across the street Recycle bike shop. And I've been wanting a road bike for months now so I figured "what the hell, can't hurt to take a look"
So I mosie on in there and par-ruse the selection, and after asking some basic questions I took a bike out for a ride and and and..... it felt great. It felt awesome.
So what pray tell did I do.
I bought the damn thing.
Now I'm a few hundred dollars lighter but I am the proud owner of a slightly dinged up blue 1970's Schwinn Traveler road bike. I'm gonna make some improvements like softer handlebar tape and a new chain and maybe some sexy new rims but thats far off improvements.
But for right now Darla is perfect the way she is.