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August 23, 2006
I Love the Freaks and the Freaks Love Me
I seem to attract the mentally unstable. The last person I dated was a textbook example of classic narcissist. It was someone who wasn't looking to have some things in common but everything exactly the same between us. Compliments, criticisms and even harsh judgments, in retrospect all came from one perspective, how I was in relation to this other's ego.
Having stabilized considerably in my thirties, I ask myself why?
My youth was difficult at times. A religious upbringing meant I didn't fit in with my secular peers. I endured much teasing while at home, I was told to rise above it. Turning the other cheek made me an easy target, to be picked on by the picked on.
It made me a stronger person. Nevertheless, at first, it made me defensive and overly sensitive but with maturity, I've returned to stoicism in the face of aggression. My sensitivity has turned outwards again and it seems at times that such empathy for those that feel outside of the mainstream pulls the most unusual people my way.
I mean it in a literal sense. Homeless people stop talking to themselves, cross the street and start a conversation with me, not for money, simply to talk. When it comes to dating, on a regular basis, I've been with folks whose so-called friends have warned me of their instability. My own inner-circle normally warns me that I'm dating a crazy person too.
Meanwhile, I want independent contentment, not codependent bliss. However, sometimes it's tempting to just give in and go crazy myself. I mean often the people who are the most unstable seem the most charming and attract lots of attention. Often normal folks don't find true love.
Meanwhile, according to AP(08/21/06), when Terry Morris and Renee Biwer got married in Bismarck, North Dakota, their bridesmaid was a chicken. Terry had kept the hen as a pet for 12 years. Married life should be easy for him since even if his wife nags, he used to being henpecked.
Meanwhile, if I don't give in to being a freak magnet, I may always be the bridesmaid without ever being the fried.
Posted by Will at August 23, 2006 10:53 AM
