Monday, November 7, 2011

''Owning the Crazy' or 'There's Something Bad Wrong With You'

So, I've recently had an epiphany in my life, I'm nuts. 100 percent, certifiably insane.
Therefore, I have decided to embrace it.
It wasn't really a conscious decision....it was more like getting tired of suppressing my inner self.
I feel like I can not write this blog without help from others, as I don't always realize the extent of my crazy until its too late to take it back. So i will give examples of random things I do that warrant my title.

Lets start with this lovely gem...I call it a slight case of Tourettes
I randomly make sounds. I can be sitting in complete silence and the next second make a weird siren sound or yawn loudly and squeak....look I don't know, I can't explain it. The closest thing I can compare it to is when a dog is just laying down and gets bored so he makes a whiny sound and sighs.
I also do that...I sigh...loudly...usually for no reason....

While we're on the topic of dogs, I love mine. His name is Puck. Yes, Puck. No not as in "hockey puck" as in the mischief maker from A Midsummer Night's Dream. Now, if you knew my sweet little fur ball as a pup, you could see how fitting the name was for him and his interaction with my dear Jack. I am that crazy pet owner. I dress Puck up for any occasion I am able to. Mardi Gras, Christmas, Halloween, and what ever happens in between. He deals with it like a good sport and LOVES the attention he gets from people.
He was a pimp for his first Mardi Gras parade, but his best costume has been when he dressed as the Saint's quarterback Drew Brees. This was during the Saints undefeated period and he was a smashing hit at the pet parade. He got his picture taken with the king & queen of the parade and got to meet Cane of Cane's Chicken Fingers. Puck also had a puppy birthday party too, one with the family, and one where other puppies were invited. There were pup cakes make with bananas & carob icing.There was real cake for the humans in the form of a bone, delicious cake....

I name things. Yea, everyone names their cars and stuff...but I name everything. Think back t this summer...I named the dead bugs I was photographing. My first desktop was a VAIO and she was a beauty, top of the line, I named her Isabella. My first ipod = MoPod...My first Laptop = Jewel....no lie...My ipad is named Diego, he's my favorite named thing because all of my friends refer to him as Diego, I introduced him to the world as the love of my life. My phone's name is Dora, she's pretty cute too. Recently, my crazy has reached a new level, as I named a white pumpkin Casper....And I have a majestic blue orchid I named Cecilia...but naming plants is perfectly sane...There's a camellia bush in Monroe named after me and another plant somewhere in Europe bearing my name too...perfectly normal....see


What else do I do that is absolutely ridiculous?
When checking out in a grocery store, I place things on the belt in a very specific order. All the dry food items need to be together, all the refrigerated items, all the liquids, ect... But not in piles  in straight lines....
This is a huge problem, and after being persecuted for it, I have tried to stop...now I keep like items together but I just leave them in messy piles....
I have improved quite a bit.

I've discovered that I'm fidgety when I am not 100 percent comfortable. I went to dinner with several folks and while I was happy to be there, I didn't do much talking. By the end of the meal, I had a little paper sculpture gallery consisting of contorted coaster, straw wrapper, and napkin rings. I was at lunch with a friend and I found myself constantly picking at my nails. When I'm in class or sitting on the phone, I feel the need to doodle. So apparently I have some kind of nervous tick inside of me.

I'm sure there are more things that I do...when I first thought about creating the "owning the crazy" blog I had TONS of examples but now they seem to have escaped me so i will finally post it as is...If i think of more, I'll let you know.

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