So I've been loving reading Neil over at Citizen of the Month, even if he does talk about his penis more than I am strictly comfortable with. But now? It's gone waaay beyond that. Now I am his BFF (Best Fan Forever), because he quoted...me! He understood me! He thinks I'm nuts--which is fine, because I am, after all--but he GOT me!
Truly, is there anything more gratifying (and rare) than saying something...and actually being understood?
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Ah, another reason I love you: you're so enamored with the thought of being understood (AND quoted, since that's like, validating!), that you don't even care that it's being understood for being crazy :)!
Have you ever thought of becoming a therapist?
Loved this! Crazy is good. I'm crazy too. Makes me happy. Gives me an outlet for all the craziness floating around my brain. Plus, I have this theory, that if you say you are crazy, actually acknowledge and embrace it, then it can't actually be true.
Bwhaaa, Neil, if only you knew.....heeheee. Just kidding TC, you *are* our local MD after all. Think about it!
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I dunno Kristen. I have that same theory, but only for physical diseases...You know, if I'm constantly convinced I have cancer, then I won't actually GET cancer, because that would be too obvious. It's the driving force behind my hypochondria, I'm sure! But insanity...I'm pretty sure the crazy you see is the crazy you get. Or are. Or something. ;-)
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