Thoughts on Being Crazy...

Certain people have said that I was 'crazy', and not in a good way. And, while I've had psychologists and psychiatrists say that I am most definitely NOT 'crazy', I DO have a personality 'disorder'. Of course, it's just a lot easier for some people to label me as 'crazy' because then they can say all matter of things against me to make themselves appear superior, and of course, less 'crazy' than they accuse me of being. 
Here's the thing...If you believed a person to truly be 'crazy', wouldn't you have enough sense to NOT push their buttons? NOT piss them off? I mean, 'crazy' people, people who are called 'unstable', are REALLY 'crazy' and 'unstable', and they can be dangerous if you push them too far.
So, either the people who call me 'crazy', (in bad ways), are either crazier than what they are accusing me of, or they know that I am not 'crazy' and just want to tear me down to their level.
Certainly something to consider!

It Never Fails...

It never fails...If I ever say aloud that I enjoy doing something, no matter what it is, my family will do everything within their power to sabotage it and create situations where I will not be able to do the things that I said I enjoyed.
I kind of thought that if you loved someone you would want them to be happy and do the things that made them happy, even if you thought it was silly or didn't comprehend why they were doing such a stupid hobby.
I'm pretty sure that these people do not love me and view me only as 'The Help'. 
I am starting to think that believing in reincarnation might be a hopeful thing, for if I ever do come back, I'm going to shoot for the life of a spinster who lives in the woods among nature, writing books and playing her banjo, singing to the birds, dancing with the squirrels, stitching away at samplers and quilts, and sleeping whenever she wants!!!