Crazy Is As Crazy Does

If I had a Euro for every time 

someone says to me: 

"You're crazy?", 

I'd be a zillionairess! 

Apparently, I am “crazy” because:

I live my life the way I choose (it took a long time to get to this point).

I say what I think, as diplomatically as possible - I don't always succeed and I regret those moments. I expect people to be equally direct with me. How can genuine friendships be formed and maintained if people hide from each other?

I love to dance, so much so that I am perfectly happy to be the only one dancing up in front of the stage, if necessary. 

I am not showing-off or

trying to get attention, I just  don't care what other people

think of me. If they think I look silly, dance funny or 

                                   what-ever, that's their concern, 

                                                    not mine. 

If I feel like pole-dancing in the town square, I'll grab a lamp post and give it a go.

I chat to people in shops, trains, planes, on the street. I compliment people on their hair, jewellery, clothing - whatever I find pleasing.

I can't help it, the words jump out before I can stop myself. It is mostly women who I compliment for some reason. I suppose men could take it wrong and think I'm coming-on at them.

If I think a male friend is handsome, clever, funny, sexy ... I tell him so.

If I receive an invitation from a friend (or acquaintance) and I don’t want to accept, I tell them, “Thank you, but I don’t feel like (whatever it is) right now." I don’t make up excuses and lie to make them feel comfortable. If they can’t accept that I just don’t feel like going out, watching a movie, any number of things, then I don’t need their friendship. Alternatively, if they don’t want to accept my invitation, I respect that.
I get down and get silly when I'm with young children. I don't feel much different inside, so I can instantly relate, I love to have fun and I AM silly, so that's just perfect. I don’t tolerate rudeness, bad manners and bad behaviour, neither in children nor adults. I treat others with respect and expect to be treated the same way in return. 
Just because I appear to be crazy to
some people, it does not mean I am an idiot.

Good luck to anyone who is short-sighted enough to underestimate me. I ‘estimate’ people in a positive way. I look for the good bits. If I can’t find any, I move on.

I envy young children for getting away with expressing exactly how they feel. Sadly, as they get older, they lose this.

The other day one of my colleagues brought his 5-year-old son into work. I approached him as I would a person of any age, asked what his name is and is he enjoying working with his dad?

"Leave me alone!" he cried. "Of course," I said. And I did, thinking: "Wow! I wish I could say that when someone is invading my space."

I talk to my cat and I will go for walks around the block with him, as I did with my previous cat and playmate, Milo last summer. I also dance with him occasionally. He likes it and purrs along to the music.

What else? Oh there's lots more but I don't feel like writing more, so I'll stop. 
                                     
                                              Because I want to.
                                  
                                        

                                       I'd rather sing right now.

So, yes. If that's the way people want to see me, that’s just fine. The way I see it, that which is accepted as normal is what people should regard as crazy!