I don’t know when exactly I snapped….but I’ve lost my marbles….I’m officially insane….one of those crazy dudes you see and react like, “Man, let me not say anything to that guy, he’s crazy”….yep, that’s me now….
You know what’s funny is that even when people KNOW you are crazy they won’t ever tell you that you are….they just sorta dance around it and avoid you instead….like this one crazy girl I know whose code name is “Luca Brasi” (read/watch The Godfather if that name isn’t familiar to you)….no one would ever come and tell her, “Luca, you are insane!”….
I actually wouldn’t mind if someone told me I was crazy I’d be like, “I know….I know”….I mean really what can I say? I know I’m crazy….I have my good moments…but I’ll also go off the deep end….
For instance….last week I was upset about something or the other….so I took a book that someone had borrowed from me and threw it across the hallway for no good reason….I didn’t throw it AT anyone….I just wanted it to slide across the ground….I also stomped on the book one time….those are the actions of someone who should be named Captain Insano….
Another instance….last night and earlier today I flew off the handle and overreacted extremely because my FRIENDS (like real true friends who have done nothing but good things for me and really care about me) and I miscommunicated and they went to go eat without me….I treated them like they didn’t mean jack shit to me….because of a PERCIEVED slight….that’s INSANE…..
Another instance of my insanity….I was supposed to meet up with a classmate who we will call “Hanna” for the purposes of this entry after class today….so I see someone wearing a blue shirt like “Hanna” had on leaving the lobby of the building….my crazy ass is chasing after her yelling, “Hanna, Hanna, Hanna!!!”….I was getting annoyed because I thought she was ignoring me….after about 10 seconds of yelling….she turns around, but it’s not “Hanna”….not even CLOSE….it’s a girl who doesn’t look ANYTHING like her besides the fact that she had on a blue shirt and she’s slim…..what makes it even worse is that the girl I was chasing and calling out of her name ALREADY thinks I’m the craziest nigga in Nashville….all I could do was cover my face in shame….
Yep….I’m officially NUTS….I will understand if you decide to read something else….or maybe people read this page BECAUSE of my insanity….I guess you have to be somewhat “un-normal” to have a blog….
July 29th, 2003 at 9:00 pm
If I may holla at you for a sec…You are me last week. I wanted to fight any and everybody that in sight, for no good reason. I almost fought this girl in my group, but resorted to telling her about her sad self. You know how me and Nina are always talking about people? Well, I was worse last week. I talked about everybody, without holding back. I almost ‘killed’ my computer. I almost broke my apartment key too, trying to force it into the lock. The sad thing about all of this is that, all the while, I knew I was acting a fool and kept on doing it.
Anyway, you may not like this, but the best solution is a trip home or to Meridian. I’m positive that that would cure you.
And finally, I have a surprise for you Calvin! Do you know what it could be? (Don’t worry, it’s a good surprise, i guess)
July 29th, 2003 at 10:55 pm
well, aside from my drunked laughter (maybe I’ll write about why I’m drunk since yet again, i’ve lost my muse)… wait, I wrote drunked and don’t even feel like backspacing… I know it’s DRUNKEN dammit… anyway, aside from that story being funny (I need help), it sounds like a cry for help. Calvin, buddy ol pal, it just sounds like you need a break. When do you ever really just BREAK? If it’s not school, it’s doing something related to school. Then once the break in which you did school related shit is over, you go right back to school. Take a break man… just break. Not the 2.2 minute commercial break, but like Cedric the Entertainer said… BREAK.
July 30th, 2003 at 1:04 pm
I’m going to have to agree with Deah on this one. School can have the worst affect on people. Last semester I absolutely lost it. No sleep, no motivation, just all around pissedoffedness. I started predicting my demise b/c my four favorite male singers (Donny, Marvin, Sam cooke, david ruffin) all came to tragic ends. I just needed some time off to myself, some Jack, Henny, and Kool-Aid and I got back to my old self. A break man…or a good woman to make you feel better cuz that always helps! Holla!
July 30th, 2003 at 3:22 pm
damn…
sounds to me like yall need the services of one dr green thumb out this bitch lol.
take the edge off! somethin… just every other weekend… help you relax.