Crazy Brain
From the time from my first date until I went to college I didn’t necessarily have a lot of “dates” in the traditional sense. It wasn’t that common where I was from. There were cinema trips etc but usually it was if you meet someone you like you just went for it. I knew all of my boyfriends first before we started dating, they would be friends, or friends of friends. You would think that this would eliminate the opportunities for crazy’s and to be honest my teenage dating wasn’t that bad.
However, there comes a time in every girls life that she becomes the crazy, and I think all women will understand what I mean. I think we have all experienced it, the guy that gets inside her head and creates her to become this mad, possessive women. And the weird thing is, you know you are doing it, which actually makes you worse! I blame technology. Before mobile phones, facebook, email, instant messages etc the only way to get in contact with someone was either have them ring your house and pray that your dad doesn’t answer the phone, or arrange a time to meet. If a guy didn’t call, you could logically put it down to him loosing your number and you being ex directory. Simple. Now a guy doesn’t get in contact and you know he just doesn’t want to. Simple but a lot more frustrating, and the cause of a lot of madness!
My favourite story that I heard of a woman going crazy, was of a girl friend of mine who was casually dating this guy. Well casual for him but she was hooked on him. It was clear by the way he treated her, he didn’t care, he knew that as soon as he clicked his fingers she would come running and she did. She had the crazy brain for him. She knew he was bad for her but it just made her want him more. We were at a party one night, and he just pushed her too far and she cracked. She went up to his room with a scissors and a tube of deep heat. She shredded all of his shirts and put deep heat in his boxer shorts! I still laugh thinking about it!
I thankfully got this madness out of my system in my late teens. I was 18 and there was one guy that I really liked, but the more I liked him the less he liked me. Classic really! Anyway he would say “I will text you” and he never would, however the next Saturday night, he would say something nice and the whole thing would happen all over again. So I decided to text him and guess what no reply A few days would pass and still no reply, I would send him a “ I can’t believe you haven’t text me back, you are a prick ” text and then a text saying “sorry for calling you a prick, I just really like you”. You can see where this is going. He would never reply, which was an Esso truck pulling up to a bush fire. Something just goes off in your head that you cant control. Eventually he did text back and I of course thought this was amazing and we met up and went out. I am sure he just had nothing better to do and possibly felt sorry for me. So here I was about to go on a night out with someone I verbally abused constantly, who clearly didn’t give a rats ass about me, and I was super excited. To calm my nerves my friends said, I did anything that a student would do and that was to drink as much as I could,! We were outside and I was sitting on top of a bin, classy lady, and we were just about to kiss. This was the moment that I had been waiting for, the moment I could prove I wasn’t some loon but a real catch. When just at the moment before lips touched I bent over and vomited on his shoes….
Probably the best thing I did. As soon as I saw him running away muttering to himself I knew that I would never be that girl again. I would never allow a guy get into my head that way. Needless to say we never dated again, but we did remain friends.
Learning from all my teenage mishaps I left for University being a self assured women and then I met “the boyfriend”……
