Embrace The Crazy

“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a  crazy underground garage.”

I recently wrote an article titled “The Cure for Crazy.” I wrote it as a random spoof, but truth is many people judge “crazy” negatively—I know I have. In today’s critical society, we label anyone with a bit of personality. For women with a certain flare, that label is crazy. And crazy girls get a bad rap. Being deemed crazy means you probably don’t fit the mold. You don’t do or say what’s expected to be normal. You’re eccentric, a rebel, you don’t follow the rules, and have no filter. You’re hard to handle, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

Crazy people challenge the norm and create new norms. By thinking differently, they push the human race forward. I’m sure they thought Einstein was crazy until he started kicking ass. While some people see crazy, I see genius; because the ones who are crazy enough to inspire change, are usually the ones to achieve change. They have high energy, are always curious, and dare to break the rules.

I can only speak from a woman’s point of view, but from my understanding, men like a little crazy (in the bedroom). The senseless eyes, the hot and cold, the wildness, and boldness to be you. She doesn’t care what people think and is not afraid to dream big. She make goals that other people would call impossible. She knows how to love and has depth. She’s vibrant. What they don’t like however is when, after an argument, you fly off the handle.

A few years ago, I fell head over heels in lust. I say lust because our sexual connection was greater than our emotional one. He was a complete jackass, but also very intense. He was one of those alpha-male-prevailingly-attentive-and-wildly-passionate types. When he kissed me, he gosh-darn kissed me. After two short months he professed his love for me, and naïve-me, gave him anything and everything. A few weeks of “Fifty Shades of Grey” later, he cowardly dumped me in a text message on my birthday (sigh). Without thinking, I drove to his house and brokenheartedly confronted him. Turns out I was nothing more than a game to him. So I egged his car—twice. Then pranked him on craigslist (I’ll never tell you how). Then continued to harass him on Facebook… I was pathetically irrational—I’ll admit it.

Did I go too far? Yes. Did I act crazy? Definitely. I had opened up to him and he responded by figuratively slapping me in the face. I felt ashamed and humiliated. He is not blameless. His deceit and desertion devastated me, and my emotions got the better of me. I am not proud of myself, but being crazy means you’re not great at handling conflict.

You can’t have it both ways. You can’t have all the benefits of crazy and none of the detriments. Crazy girls strive for authenticity. Trying to calm their passion and high energy is unacceptable and damaging—and we will hurt you. Yes we can be competitive, change our mind a lot, drink too much, occasionally make a scene in public, a little over-jealous and over the top; but we will show you our true emotion when everyone else won’t. We will admire you. We’re not trying to sucker you or intimidate you, we are being real with you.

Everyone is so goddamn unaffected these days. To fearlessly show emotion is crazy. Baring your soul to people is crazy. Throwing your heart into things is crazy. Your encounters with people should be a chance to learn and grow. We should get excited about new possibilities and make an effort to connect with people. To me, acting against that is crazy.

I encourage you to embrace the crazy. See life not for its problems, but for its potential. The glass is always half full. Don’t label people or problems; be only intrigued by what’s inside a person. Their heart. Their hunger. Surround yourself with extreme, diverse, talented individuals and unlock the human potential’s ability for action. Don’t be perpetually bored and miserable—be alive. Dive into the ocean that continuously offers new opportunities to explore. Curiosity kills the cat no more!




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