Crazy?
Would you think I’m a little crazy if I told you a secret? Not really a secret, I suppose, but just one of those things you do and don’t tell people on purpose.
Would you think I’m a little crazy if I told you that I don’t like to use my address bar on my browser because it still has some of Scott’s URLs in there and I don’t want to clear them out?
Would you think I’m a little crazy if I told you that some nights I’ll listen to Pearl Jam’s “Immortality” on repeat for hours before I go to bed, while I light five candles and turn off all the lights, beside the red one? Would you think I’m a little crazy if I told you that every night while I sleep I listen to “Transatlanticism” by Death Cab for Cutie on repeat and have listened to it every night on repeat since Scott left. Except the one night I listened to Nine Inch Nails instead?
Would you think I’m a little crazy if I told you that I can’t set my alarm clock for 7:00AM or 7:30AM or really anything that doesn’t end in a 5? Like 7:05AM or 7:15AM, for instance. Would you think I’m a little crazy if I told you that I hate little noises? Not the jack-hammer at 8AM or the roofers pounding above me at 9:30AM, but little noises, like Stella scratching in her litter box for ten minutes, or the ticking of a clock. Especially the ticking of a clock.
Would you think I’m a little crazy if I told you that I really miss my husband, my dog, my mother, and my old bedroom with all the stars on the ceiling?
Would you think I’m a little crazy if I told you that sometimes I wish I were four years old, all over again, watching the Little Mermaid for the third time that day and then having my father read me a book before bed and rub my back while I fell asleep?
Would you think I’m a little crazy if I told you that I don’t feel grown up yet? After living on my own for almost fifteen months, after being married, after providing for myself and making myself a beautiful little home, after everything I’ve been through, I still feel like someone who is playing house.
Would you think I’m a little crazy?
i’d never think you were crazy. <3
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That’s not crazy at all
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You know that every one of those things makes me love you just a little more, because they’re all so completely you.
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you are not crazy, *huggs* there I times I am remined how much we are alike, strange, we have never met, just glimpse into each others lives on here. I would think in another life we were sisters, or mother and daughter.
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