Get to Know Me!

 


(Photo stolen from these guys)

Crazy people seek me out. I do not go looking. They just find me.

Like the chain-smoking restaurant cashier, Barb, who declared that NASA was a sham and that the U.S. should have taken all the money it had ever spent on space exploration and divided it up among the world's poor. Good plan. Even at 21 I knew she was a crabby old loon with a crap personality, but it was SHE who came looking for ME. That I couldn't explain.

Or the pathological liar with whom I was friends in high school. I'd ask her a simple question, and she'd stare at me for two seconds too long, blink and then make up an insanely complicated story. Really? How did you find me? I was thinking.

Then there was the 20-something guy on a beach halfway around the world when I was a teenager. He came bounding up to me, high as a kite, ranting about something. I wasn't scared, just equally fascinated and repulsed. "YOU KNOW THAT GUY RUPERT MURDOCH?!" he screamed.

"No," I answered, because I didn't.

"WELL, I'M HIM!" he continued, without noticing my answer. "HE'S ME, I MEAN -- THAT'S ME!"

"Super," I answered without conviction. What else do you say to a loony? "Have a good evening."

How about the woman who liked to do impressions of black people in public? Sometimes when black people were present? She never said anything derogatory, but the whole issue of stereotypical impersonations -- especially poorly executed ones -- seemed grossly tasteless to me.

What all of these buttheaded types had in common was that they sought ME ought, not the other way around. I must have an invisible sign on my person: "Weirdos, Jerks and Clueless Types, Please Come Talk To Me!"

So if you approached me before I approached you, you probably ought to worry. Also, have a good evening.

Comments

[foolery]

Frances, as someone who spent a good portion of young adulthood looking like Cousin It, Im sorry. Though I can never remember if thats The Addams Family or The Munsters or The Osbournes. Welcome to Foolery!

[Fancy79]

hhhmmmm....I don't know what side of the coin I'm on...though my friends and family keep giving me copies of the 'Adams Family' as gifts. Admiration, hints, respect? Don't know but I have several now. Video and DVD. Hadn't thought about it but I do get some strange (re- odd) chance encounters...Love you blog. Thanks for the laugh on a cold night.

[foolery]

First of all, Cheeky CBW, I sought YOU out. Yes, you are rather loony, however. We both are.

Ron, I think it was a mutual admiration society thing from BOSSY's readership. At least that's what I tell myself. In fact, I think I met all four of you from BOSSY's blog! Or Pioneer Woman. Anyhoo.

So glad to have met you four, and my other blog buddies. Thanks for always making my day fun. Your comments make me make donkey noises, which I live for. : )

-- Laurie

[Kyddryn]

That would explain how I found you! I was wondering...

But I like to think of myself as more the "Delightfully Dinghy" type and less the "Frighteningly Psychotic" sort. My kind of crazy is fun! Whee...really...

Cheers, Mizz Foolery, and thanks for the visits, yesterday - I'm always delighted to see you've been around.

Shade and Sweetwater,
K (who took that referral you gave her, and thanks for that, too!)

[Bob Cleveland]

I w o n d e r i f t h i s a p p l i e s t o b l o g r e a d e r s . . . .

[Audubon Ron]

Ikay, now you got me thinking. Did I find you or did you find me?

[Chesapeake Bay Woman]

And here's another example: I sought you out, and I'm as crazy as they get. I'm glad I did though.