I'm Only a Little Bit Crazy

I came across the sudden realization that everyone is crazy and it's only amplified in New York. For example... I was hanging out with New York's finest today to get some good people watching in. Doesn't take long before the entertainment shows up. Some man stumbles over to my bench, doesn't ask to sit down (rude) and lights up his cigarette while somehow still managing to keep his head up. You would think this story is going down the path of a drunken civilian story. Psyyyche. He was wearing women's shoes! White studded flats that in no way matched his outfit. At least he knew to wait on the white shoes til after Memorial Day. Sunday entertainment number 2 shows up and it's a man with slicked back hair just creepin around the benches starin at all the ladies. Best part is... he has the type of glasses that you can't see his eyes (perfect for creeping) but he was doing it wrong! He slid his glasses down to the end of his nose and was peering over the top of his glasses. Peek a boo! I see you! Creeper....

With people like that in the world I can't possibly be thaaaat crazy right? I'm only minimally crazy... and it's in the entertaining way... right? Looking for some validation from the blogging world. My craziness has a direct correlation with the number of drinks I have. As adult bevvy consumption increases so does my crazy. Anything after 6 drinks is what I like to call Full On Crazy.  (Sorry Mom and Dad).

Examples of the crazy: Last weekend... I decided that at 3 am my friend and I needed to go to the store to get the eggs I was going to cook in the morning. Walmart is, afterall, 24 hrs. We walk over to Walmart to find it's closed. Guess I shouldn't have been so confident in telling my friend it's open 24 hrs. But that doesn't stop me! Let's try the grocery store. stumble stumble shuffle. Get to the other store... also closed. waaaahhhh. How am I supposed to cook my eggs in the morning!? Doesn't even cross my mind that stores are open in the morning. Crazy.

Next example: getting mad at people for not saying hi to me when I see them out. Have I checked the mirror lately? I'm 4'9 and I'm in a bar. Nobody can see me unless they literally trip over me. But let's just ignore that fact and get sassy with everyone. Totally fine and not crazy.

Example 3: I attempted to air crochet to teach my friend ... in the middle of the bar. Imagine what THAT must look like from across the bar. "You hold the needle like thissss and then you just loop it like thisssss" Doesn't sound that crazy but I bet it sure did LOOK crazy.

I definitely think all of this is fine though because bros like crazies right?