We All Have A Little Crazy In Us

June 11, 2012 by Michelle

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.

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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.

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  • Amy @ UsingOurWords.com


    Some call it crazy, I call it character. And boy do I love the characters in my house…they're amazing blog fodder.

  • Thien-Kim aka Kim


    HA! Love the title of your post. Last week during BEA, someone said “Don't poke the crazy.” I guess we're all crazy.

  • Tami


    My husband can drive me crazy too. He pointed out the my obsessiveness to have a clean house makes ME the crazy one. 😉

  • Neena


    I love that we all have our own brand of crazy!

  • Sandra


    Ha! You know me pretty well through my blog. Do I need to make a list? =) Like you, I admit to all my crazies. And indeed, there are quite a few. Some are unusual, to say the least. I poke fun of myself in order to make my crazies a little less traumatic in my OCD life. Next up (post): how I went face to face with my fear of heights. Stay tuned…

  • Pat


    I talk like Donald Duck to amuse children (and also adults). Jerry says I sound more like Webster Webfoot.

    And I get obsessive about various things which, in the great scheme of the universe, are totally insignificant.

  • Tricia O.


    I'm bat shit. I come from a long line of it. I know this. But I take my meds and no one gets hurt.

  • Michelle


    Amy – Oh yes, characters. That's a great way of describing it. And YES there's some great fodder in my house, too.

    Kim – Don't poke the crazy is a great mantra. I love it!

    Tami – Ummmm, it only becomes “crazy” when it interferes with your daily life and functioning. A clean house is a wonderful thing.

    Neena – I know. It keeps us interesting, right?

    Sandra – Nope, no list necessary from you. And heights? They make me want to jump. I think I'm part lemming – I so get it.

    Pat – Love it! My dad does that, too, and I always tried but I've never figured out how.

    Tricia – And that's the key. Love the self-recognition.

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