Crazy People Make Life More Interesting.

What would we do without those crazy people in our lives?

You know:

• The guy at the meeting that always has a question, even though the meeting is running late and you’re missing lunch?
• The woman who meticulously labels all of her items in the office refrigerator and accuses people of taking one of her diet cokes?
• The dude on the bus that talks to himself, laughs, and then decides he didn’t like his own tone and turns hostile?
• The person on the street that wants you to sign a petition to impeach Cheney, when we only have 8 months more of him left to go?
• The woman in North Berkeley who power walks up the hill every night at 7:30, carrying hand weights, scowling, and grunting and screaming?
• The homeless woman with the handcart that randomly accuses you of stealing her stuff?
• The friend you have that talks endlessly about the man who is not returning her calls after the second date and asks for advice?
• The friend you have that talks about themselves nonstop, and doesn’t notice when people start looking at their watches and yawning?
• The neighbor who freaks out if you have the stereo on past notch 4, and yet turns his TV up loud enough that you can hear the opening chords of Law & Order?

I think that crazy people make life more interesting. More aggravating, too, it’s true. But, honestly, what would the rest of us have to talk about, or complain about? How would we measure our own level of craziness if we didn’t have obvious examples to compare ourselves to?

Sometimes I wonder what crazy things I do that make people laugh, bitch, or wonder about me.