Okay, perhaps “Crazy” is too strong a word for what I am writing about here. Besides that, “crazy” can cover a lot of ground, ranging from quirky to serial killer.
The “crazy” I am referring to is the type of person who imposes their social ineptness on other people. As much as I would like to remain politically correct, the term Social Retard is the best description for the crazies I am referring to.
From my experience and perspective, their personalities usually consist of one, some, or all of the following: neediness, narcissism, pessimism, rudeness, know-it-all-ism, bitterness, awkwardness, self-centeredness, standoffishness toxicity and conceit, all centered around the fact that they have no filter.
Although through my own therapy I should be working on patience and compassion for others, there is the more selfish part of me that feels because I am bothering to get psychological help, so should everyone else — and if they can’t afford it or don’t think they need it, they should stay away from me.
Another problem is that I tend to surround myself with people that make me feel good, and even more so, are good for me; and there are plenty of them. Whether they be friends, co-workers or family, even if some possess a crazy trait or several, as long as they are enjoyable to be around, I embrace them.
I tend to keep the social retards at arm’s length, but sometimes it can be difficult. Most times they have no clue they are bugging you; they just keep imposing their annoying personalities and traits on others, all the while gliding through life quite content with the arrangement.
I would like to write some more on the subject, but not now; we managed to retrieve the season premier of American Horror Story Freak Show earlier today (thought we had it DVRed last week, but it didn’t tape), and I would like to watch it before going to bed.