Learning to Love Your Crazy
“Everybody’s a little bit crazy sometimes, Mama” – A precocious seven year-old who resides at our house
Both my husband and I stopped the busy-Tuesday-morning stuff we were doing and agreed with her, “You’re right, honey. Everybody is absolutely a little crazy sometimes.”
I’d like to expand that insightful generalization to include this:
We all want our crazy to be not just tolerated, but loved. Thing is, even though we can acknowledge that we’re all a little nuts and that we want to be loved anyway we keep such a tight lid on it that no one is even privy to our idiosyncrasies.
So if we can agree that everyone is a little crazy and that the best way to love our own crazy is to share it, why are we so reluctant to let our freak flags fly? Why this constant low-level lying to the world and ourselves that we have it all together? For that matter, why downplay our successes, our quirks, the very things that make us special?
Because we fear judgement. that’s why.
So we fake it just a little and pretend we’re more or less than we are.
Think of how your body feels when you’re stressed. That clenching in your shoulders and jaw, that burning in your chest. Lying = stress = countless negative effects on your mind and body and heart.
My point being, we’d all do ourselves a solid if we could drop the facade and let the world see our crazy.
Once that old adolescent need for homogeneity passes* you’d have thought we would feel so much more at liberty to be ourselves, but most proper adults I know harbour a certain amount of closeted weirdness and prefer to show the world their social media best. Which is especially whack, because what makes cool people so cool is the stuff that makes them vulnerable and nerdy, non?
*is this even still a thing? I have some wicked, younger friends who seem so self-possessed. Young friends? Are you faking it? Delaney?)
Raise your hand if you’re through with inauthenticity (not a word? Seems like a word…) and want the relief of letting your freak flag fly.
My challenge to you today is to do it. Let the world in. Let people see the wonderful weirdo that is you. I’ve experienced first-hand the connection that allowing people to see your imperfections can create.
-Have a friend over last-minute and let her see how you really live
-Don’t put any makeup on. Not even mascara. (lipgloss is a freebie. It’s winter and dry lips are the worst)
– Don’t turn your music down or stop singing along when you pull up alongside another vehicle
I’m not suggesting we all delete the Pinterest App here (I love dream boards as much as the next guy) but lets not pretend that our boards resembles our lives in any real or constant way. There simply aren’t enough hours in a day to be as perfect as we pretend to be,.
To be clear, I’m not talking about aggressive, in-your-face, antagonistic subversion here. That’s just another mask, isn’t it? (Unless you’re a straight up asshole, I guess. In which case…carry on.) I’m referring to the quirks we find so endearing in others but hide away in ourselves.
I’m suggesting that for today, just for one day, we let people hear our real song.
I’ll go first:
– I believe in magic
– I bought my first iron\ two years ago
– I don’t enjoy (reading) Tolkien and I found “The Graduate” pretentious
– I get really excited about parades, fireworks, theme parks and holidays
– I cry at every wedding
– I suffered from a depressive episode a few years back which required medication
– I still think about what I want to be when I grow up
Phew. That wasn’t so bad. Kinda nice, actually.
Love every crazy thing about you,