Friday, March 21, 2014

As the crazies of the world Unite...

It has been brought to my attention that I may indeed be a magnet for crazy women. The frequency at which the magnetic field around me is vibrating must be the key to this absurd affinity. Observing psychotic behaviour of others can be both amusing and frightening at the same time. You never know when you are going to get stabbed while musing about the hilarity of the situation.

I’m not sure if there’s something so special about me which attract female psychopaths. Is it the smell from my pits that tickle their olfactory senses or do I have the kind of face and demeanour which suggest that I have high tolerance for bullshit? I’m a nice person but not that nice. And my husband will be more than happy to tell you that no, my appetite for bullshit isn’t that high

I remember an episode with a Vietnamese classmate back in the university days. She was in my project team for one of the elective modules. I remember speaking to her quite a bit as she was a foreign student and seem to have some trouble fitting in. She seems fine and normal until she started texting strange stuff (I can’t remember the exact content but everyone I showed the texts to found it weird) and asking me out (which is totally fine except that the way she does it is just plain weird). I was genuinely busy at that time so was not able to go out with her. She started off saying that she got a gift for me (I thought she might have started selling insurance) and complimenting about how a good friend I am. The rest of her passive-aggressive ways are now a blur since it happened 10 years ago.  She might have mentioned that she’s very lonely and stuff in many of her texts but I can only recall the immense sense of relief when she finally backed off.

Since then, I have met someone’s crazy ex, another someone who sent a picture of her slit wrist because her personal relationship woes (and no, we are not BFF. At all.), a socially awkward person who only believes in her own sense of reality (yes, she’s the one I’m afraid getting stabbed by).


I believe in karma because I just realised that I left my wallet at home. Maybe I have good karma after all because I found 11 bucks in some dark corners of my bag.