Deranged.
Decrepit.
Insane.
In none of those definitions did I find the phrase only affects women, and yet women are the ones I hear who most often refer to themselves as crazy.
Crazy Mom.
Crazy Ex-Girlfriend.
Crazy (Word I Can't Say On A Blog My Mom Reads).
Why is that?
I've been reading several stories lately about women who have evidently lost their minds over things like kids and husbands, dishes and laundry, co-workers and grocery clerks. All these women share a common theme that can sometimes accompany crazy...
Jail time.
I get it. We get crazy over things we are passionate about, but crazy to the point of the infamous mug shot in an orange jumpsuit? Who has that kind of time (or energy, for that matter)? And yes, I know the phrase "Mess with my kid and you mess with me." Like I said, I do get it, but come on... craziness for the sake of being crazy is just plain
CRAZY.
Take a deep breath. Think it over. Come up with a solid game plan that- and I'm just throwing this out there- does not involve social media and your crazy self.
It's Superbowl Sunday, people. Eat a chicken wing, drink a cold beverage, and leave the crazy to what I anticipate the halftime show being tonight.

2 comments:
CRAZY also describes the last five minutes of that football game.
You got that right!!! The last two minutes alone was more exciting than the entire game.
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