Sometimes life is just fucked
April 17, 2008
I don’t know what to do with a crazy person. I don’t mean someone like me, harmlessly crazy, wacky. I mean genuinely delusional, fucked in the head, crazy. Ought to be in a hospital somewhere crazy. That kind of crazy. What do you do with a person like that who refuses to acknowledge reality despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary? Fuck if I know. So I’ll do nothing, which is fine with me because I have my own damn life to live, I don’t need to be fucking with a bunch of crazy assholes.
Culling those parts of our lives that cause stress is a freeing and strangely painful process. I liken to when my Dad died. I cried, but not because he was dead, I was actually glad and felt as if I’d been released from some invisible prison. No, I cried because that dream had never died until he did. The dream of having the Dad who scrutinized my boyfriends, protected me, took care of me. That dream died when he did and THAT hurt like a motherfucker.
It’s a similar feeling when you give up on someone. But like the man said, you gotta know when to fold.
When you finally come to the realization that someone is genuinely crazy, as much as you may want to help and try to “fix” them, sometimes it really is best to just step away. Lest you become crazy too.
comment by turtlegirl76 — April 17, 2008 @ 6:24 pm
Stay in that place. Those crazy people are really good at tricking you into thinking that it’s you that’s delusional.
comment by sophanne — April 18, 2008 @ 7:17 am
I’m not really that crazy. LOL Sorry, just throwing a bit ‘o humor in there.
I think one of the biggest challenges in life is letting go of something that is a tremendous emotional burden. For me it was leaving the Christian faith at the age of nineteen. It was so painful, frightening and yet so liberating at the same time.
But I think it’s in most peoples’ nature to try and “fix” things. That’s one of the hardest parts of letting go - realizing you cannot, and should not, fix everything and everybody.
I’m sending good juju your way.
comment by KatAutumn — April 19, 2008 @ 4:04 am
You’re right, there comes a time when you have to admit you can’t fix somebody and you have to walk away. It’s as bad as a breakup and it can hurt for a very long time, but it’s cutting off a limb with gangrene — it’s a life-saving act.
I wish you strength. You’re good wacky, get rid of bad wacky.
comment by Batty — April 26, 2008 @ 10:18 pm
Ha, “good wacky.” Yep, that’s K! (And me?) Don’t let them drag you down with them.
comment by Christy — April 30, 2008 @ 6:43 pm