Over the last couple of years I have noticed something (though I am not saying it is an original observation, I am aware that it is not). It is always the crazy chick that gets the guy. On the surface of it, that would seem ridiculous but it is so true. And, come to think of it, it’s true the other way round to. The crazy guy gets the chick. Given the choice between a normal person and someone who will get completely paranoid if you happen to not call them by your pet name once, or someone who will get all weird and jealous when you compliment someone else that is in the same photo of them, even if you have already complimented them in that same photo numerous times, or someone who will quite possibly remove and eat your kidney next time you fall asleep...people go for the crazy person. Maybe it’s a sub conscience thing. Maybe it’s just that people like to think they can fix the crazy, maybe people like the idea of being the one who DOES fix the crazy. Or maybe a crazy person just seems like a more interesting/exciting prospect. I haven’t figured it out yet, and probably never will. But you know what? It has given me a new way of looking at things, because, hey, all us single people…maybe we’re single because we’re not crazy.
And I, for one, can live with that.
