Let's Celebrate Crazy

I’ve always classified high maintenance woman as the ones that need constant attention, are constantly hard to please, freak out on their boy about ridiculous shit. Like their boy choosing a guy’s night out over watching The Notebook and cuddling. The psychotic behavior that gives women a bad name. I was always so proud that this definition would never apply to me. Until…

Puddy was supposed to come to NYC for a visit the weekend of Aug 25th. The trip didn’t happen because he had to work. I was not happy to the say the least. In fact, I was consumed with a blood boiling fury I couldn’t rationalize so I hung up on him. Crazy bitch.

I immediately called best friend Browns to find out how to handle this unreasonable outburst with the standard questions; what the fuck is wrong with me, how do I fix it, and why is this behavior ever acceptable to anyone. She listened and diagnosed, “you just haven’t been laid in three weeks, go get yourself a better vibrator and call him to apologize. Crazy bitch.” Indeed.

Puddy beat me to it. He called back with promises to make it up to me. I didn’t even know what that meant but I agreed instead of apologizing for my anger as Browns suggested. I was still so wigged out that I was nuts. I never get mad about these things and I hate that I’ve started. I remained wrapped up in an internal debate, ‘do people realize when they are crazy?’ while he explained the factors that made it impossible for him to head south. As if legitimate reasons make sense to the insane.

My silence indicated I was still furious. And I suppose I was. Partially with myself for erratic behavior, and then just pissed I didn’t get my way. I’m one easy going girl because I have low expectations and ALWAYS get my way. I’m nasty when I don’t. I learned several things with this experience.

I arrived in New Hampshire near tears and twitching from withdrawals, anxious to have him “make it up to me.” I just assumed he meant mind blowing sex. What else could I need? Turns out it means sex and jewelry. So crazy behavior is celebrated with sparkly presents? Hmmmm…have women always known this? And here I thought I had it all figured out by fighting the emotional roller coaster.

High maintenance is just good common sense. Who knew?