#craybitches

There are many levels of crazy. There are the fun crazies. The ones that you know lead this disasterous life but are entertaining to watch. Some of my friends are these. I love them, but I know they could never be a sense of stability.

There are the toxic crazies. They tend to ruin everything in their path. They have a long list of people who no longer talk to them because they finally saw into their lies. They tend to lead even crazier lives, nothing ever making sense or being normal. My psychotic ex definitely falls under this one. I am SO glad I am far away from that one.

Then there is the craziest of all, the deadly crazy. The ones that will probably murder you in your sleep. Or maybe the ones that make false police reports and harrass people on social networking sites. And I imagine some of these crazies are reading this, so, please... don't pretend this isn't about you. Whatever you do, stay away from the last one. The second category is dangerous but pretty easy to get away from. The third, not so much.

I discovered that there are TWO... count them two of the crazies of the last category having a baby. The fact that something that dangerous is going to bring another person into the world is terrifying.