We All Have A Little Crazy In Us

There are things my husband does that drives me nuts.  And some of it is silly, but I’ll admit to my slightly compulsive tendencies.  I have systems for doing things that are important to me because I’ve figured out what is (in my mind) the most efficient or best way to do something, and that’s how I want it done.  Doing it any other way seems wasteful to me – and so I like my laundry hung a certain way and I like the wee ones fed at certain times (like, you know, before their low blood sugar turns them into roving maniacs with the logic of a flea and attention span of a cockroach).  My husband is much more go with the flow.

I admit to my crazy*.  Mostly because a) it works for me and b) it isn’t something that interferes with my life.  While I like things a certain way, I deal with them not that way on a regular basis.  Not everyone admits to it though, but there is plenty of … specialness to go around.

I take a look at my family, both my immediate family and my extended family, and I can point to various family members both on my side and on my husband’s side of the family and say, “oh yes, she is the X in our family” or “he is the Y in our family.”  I can identify all sorts of nuttiness, and I’m fine with that.  Every family has it.  Some to a greater and lesser degree, but it’s all there somehow.

One of friends has a great expression, and it’s one I go back to time and time again.  If you look around your family, and you can’t point to who that person is in your family, then it’s you.

Can you identify who is who in your family, or is it you?  What’s your brand of crazy?

*I admit to this bit of ummmm eccentricity. Outside this little little quirk, I admit to nothing.  Stick toothpicks under my fingernails, and you’re still not getting anything else from me.



In the interest of full disclosure, this post was part of the From Left to Write book club where we write posts inspired by books we read rather than traditional reviews.  This month’s post is based on the book “Gone Girl” by Gillian Flynn.  I received a copy of the book as part of the book club but was not compensated in any way, and all opinions remain my own.