I hadn’t really thought about it until then, but I have realized that I’m constantly working to eliminate crazy people from my life. I can still have great conversations with strangers, but now I’ve started to worry because it’s true: Crazies love me. It’s one thing to be a crazy party “friend”; it’s quite another when strangers under the guise of normal feel like they can connect with you and you give them the time of day because you for once have it and love to help people.
But then it becomes crazy every day once these people attach themselves to you. It is emotionally exhausting and elicits the crazy out of me. Yes, I am becoming crazy because of other people.