There is so much crap going on in the world right now with flooding in Houston, Windsor and India, politics and racism rearing its ugly head, that I thought we could all use a laugh (or a head shake, you’re choice) at my expense. Since this site is a place to share my random thoughts I thought I would give you all a little glimpse into my crazy mind with 5 crazy thoughts/things that I do. It’s my own special brand of crazy.
So let’s start:
1. I have to sleep with clothes on.
This may seem normal and I’m sure many people have to sleep with clothes on; but I do it because I have very vivid dreams and if I fall asleep in the nude, I am naked in my dreams too. This freaks me out! One time, I decided to try sleeping in the nude cause I read somewhere that it can help with body temperature regulation. I had the craziest dreams and in all of them I was naked! And not cute naked either, I am talking out in all my glory, winter legs naked. In one of my dreams that night I was at work having a conversation with my boss in my birthday suit…it was not a good scene.
2. I suffered from PPD and began hoarding duct-tape.
After Henry was born I had slight PPD. During that time I also discovered The Walking Dead and the combination of the show and my PPD caused me to became obsessed with preparing for a possible Zombie Apocalypse and my main goal was protecting Henry.
I saw somewhere that zombies couldn’t bite through duct-tape so every time I went to the Dollarstore or Walmart I would buy a roll or two, maybe three and began hiding it around the house. There were rolls under my bed, in the closet, my car – I had stashes all over the place, just in case. It’s been 4 years and I am still finding random duct-tape rolls, like A few weeks ago I was going through one of my storage bins looking for clothes to donate and found 4 rolls tossed in there.
3. My “sauces” can’t touch…like at all!
I know they are going to mix in my stomach and maybe it would taste great if they mixed, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I would rather have 3 plates in from of me then have them mix.
And if they touch I revert to a toddler and want to flip my plate and cry.
4. I put on full out concerts in my car on drives more than 20 minutes from home.*
There is playlist of my greatest hits and some new material I am working on. There is dancing, hand microphones the works! When the song calls for it I turn up my A/C or heat so I can get some windblown hair action and sometimes I even sing to my “fans”, also known as drivers I am passing cause what are the odds that I am ever going to see you again?
There are mini-performances on my daily commute, but I tone those down just in case someone sees me.
*These are only done alone or with Henry in the car.
5. I am terrified of becoming an organ donor.
This is the one I am most embarrassed of and know I need to work on because my logical mind knows how many people my organs can save when I no longer need them. It’s irrational. It’s stupid. But I still can’t check that box.
And my reason for being scared is stupid and selfish, based on zero fact, not even legend or proverb or any belief I know of but again I can’t seem to “kick” it.
So here it is: What if I do donate my organs and reincarnation is real and because I donated them I don’t have that organ or there is now something wrong with that organ in my new “life” cause I gave it away in my last life?
Seriously, this is how my brand of crazy works! Most people would think that organ would be stronger cause I was selfless by donating it, but not me. Nope. Just throw me in the corner with my dunce cap.
So that’s me, kinda. Everyone has a little crazy in them, what’s yours?