The other night one of my boys and I were talking, and I pointed out his love of crazy bitches. More specifically, the love most guys have for those psychopathic, unstable women that will turn around and slash your tires out of the blue.
"I may be slightly crazy, but I am not about to throw a brick through your front window." (I said this specifically because I was referring to a story we both knew well.)
Unless you give me a valid reason to make sure your big, pretty truck somehow how manages to wind up at the bottom of the Christiana River. Whatever. That only happened once.
He looked at me with wide eyes and replied, "You and I are the same! We are huge sluts and that means we automatically have huge issues!" He made a big, sweeping gesture with his arms to emphasize the word huge. At least, I'm pretty sure he did. I was a couple of drinks in at this point.
It's a concept I will never understand. Granted, I used to be much worse off than I am now. But I've realized that wasting crazy energy on men is simply not worth my time. I'd rather utilize that energy and put it into writing, partying, or any kind of physical labor that leaves my muscles sore and gives me reason to be proud of myself. Because truthfully, no one out there is worth my mental stability.
So why do the boys always go crawling back to the tire-slashing bitches? I really want to understand this.
One guy I dated started seeing this psychopathic, fucked up, raging bitch of a...woman, who I believe was an alcoholic and I'm pretty sure she was some form of junkie, right after I severed all ties with him. (Yeah yeah, we eventually started "seeing" each other again...) Apparently she had him arrested on more than one occasion for terroristic threatening. I remember pissing this guy off quite a few times, but terroristic threatening? Nah. Did I hate his guts and want to hurt him after he scorned me? Sure. But to fucking call the cops and deal with going to court and all of that bullshit? No thanks.
"Why do you put up with her?"
"She's good in the sack."
"So you'd risk having your cock fall off (because she was, let's face it, skanky,) and going to jail just to keep sleeping with her?"
No response.
Another guy I was involved with had a psycho, alcoholic girlfriend who would get trashed in public and make an ass of herself and he was the poor sap who had to deal with her. She was the brick-throwing bitch. One time she wrecked the entire front end of his truck. Another time, we were stripping down to get busy and I noticed claw marks across his chest.
"Dude, really?"
He gives me this stupid, sheepish look.
"Yeah she came at me the other day. I know, I know, but it's kind of...hot."
Oh sure, destruction of personal property and physical harm to one's significant other is hot. But I must say here that the claw marks I left on his back after a particularly intense round of fucking were so much hotter.
Am I the only one that sees something wrong with this picture? I don't want to go off the deep end, (even though I'm pretty much there already,) just to keep some guy around. Sometimes I feel like throwing up my hands and saying, "You want crazy? I'll give you fucking crazy."
Even though I will keep you on your toes and there will never be a dull moment when you're with me. You know, minus involving the police and making your life a living hell.
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