[Editor’s Note: Last Year, I did a 30 in 30 challenge for National Blog Posting Month, 30 posts in 30 days, this year I’m…….not doing that shit. Writers block is a bitch, with no titties]
So a new reader reached out, said she loved the blog and the stories of my “crazy” exes. I respectfully disagreed. I don’t think I would call any of my exes crazy….okay maybe one and I never actually spoke on her before. Actually, let me give a quick rundown…
So this girl who went to school with my right hand (who I hold fully responsible to this day) randomly asked him, who was that darkskinned dude he was always with? He told me I should step to her, I did….sorta, I just found her on Myspace and talked to her there. We hit it off, I guess I go off to college, we instant message every now and again, no biggity, no doubt. I come home for the summer, we start dating for real for real. She started to get really clingy so I fell back a bit, she would call the house my sister would tell her I just left for work (she would have to say this or she would legit call every few hours), I get to work, She. Beat. Me. There. I was only working at Target so not like she couldnt just show up. When she wasn’t stalking me at work, my boy would tell me how she just wandered around my neighborhood, she changed her status on facebook to married WITH the actual name change, harassed girls on my page, threatened to hurt herself if I left, applied to my school (didn’t get in #fistpump) I never was so hyped for summer to end in my life.
Okay, maybe not so quick. Point is, her ass was crazy. Unexplainably crazy. Like breakup in a public place crazy. ID channel show crazy. Actually, I think I ran into her recently, and by ran in I mean saw her and crossed the street like white people do when they see a group of black teens approaching. Anyway, as for my other exes, I can’t call them crazy because being honest I was kind of an asshole. Brushing everyone off as they just crazy or immature just shows a lack of accountability. Which is why, I’M always cautious of someone who always calling someone else crazy. Sometimes “crazy” has a point.
You’re getting to know someone, she talks about how some guy was always in his feelings, then she’s the same way with you and you find yourself all the way in your feelings. You wondering why his ex keep taking shots online, come to find out he’s still smashing telling her, you mean nothing. There’s 2 sides to every story. I’ve had exes just show up at my doorstep, sometimes at awkward times but still, I can kinda see why they did. Don’t try to get the last word and ignore me, I will blow your phone up, show up at your house, send a letter, send flowers and cuss you out in the card (one of those things are false, not the one you think). So yes, I get love driving you to “unconventional” thought processes. I’m sane (i think), and sometimes I look back at things I did “cause…love” and can only smh now but then, then you couldn’t tell me a damn thing.
I wouldn’t describe most of my exes as “crazy”, they’re more pissed off and passionate, pissionate. Okay, that sounds like R Kelly’s cologne. Gross. Maybe for lack of a better made up word, they asses are crazy. Crazy in love, works for Bey.