Have you met her...I know for a fact some of you have....others have only heard about her. She is sly and sneaky, that crazy lady. She looks completely normal most of the time, even, dare I say it, fashionable. She speaks well and organizes her thoughts properly in front of "the public" so she is hard to spot...but you would recognize her when and if you ever saw her.
You see, the crazy lady looks harmless enough, but when she emerges, all you can do is stare at her with wide eyes and an expression that says..."who are you?"
I have witnessed firsthand her insane acts and crazy ways. You would think she would at least try to hide or cover-up her kookiness...but alas, she slips up and it all comes boiling over the top at times. These are the times when the stare comes into play, as well as the distinct thought...I wish I had not just witnessed that!
She is relatively new to me...such a different sort of woman from the one I used to know. This crazy lady is fine and dandy one minute and the next is sobbing like a baby at a song on the radio. Sometimes it takes her hours to regain all of her former composure. During those hours...she even continues to go out in public...before she went crazy, this never would have happened. I mean, have you seen a blond without mascara? The crazy lady used to value good make-up application as well as a hairdo that is wind resistant. She never used to stand in the rain and stare at the sky or gaze blankly at pictures without realizing what she was doing. Now, once the crazy hits, she cares not...who is this woman who throws caution to the wind with her face looking red and splotchy in, dare I say it...a room FULL of people? Nay, not just people...STRANGERS!
She has become increasingly forgetful. Packing bags which are needed for the day and then rushing out the door without said bag she spent the last 10 minutes getting ready. Leaving empty 2 liter bottles in the fridge. Forgetting clean laundry in the washer for days at a time...having to rewash (I mean have you ever smelled that?) Telling her friends she would call...totally forgetting they ever had a conversation in the first place...I tell ya people...she is nuts.
Her antics may be few and far between, but random as they are, they can be pretty frustrating for those around her. You have not even seen the crazy she puts her poor husband through. All the man wants is a good nights sleep and she cannot even settle down enough to leave him alone. She has improved slightly, at least she no longer wakes him up just to see if he is alright...now all she does is sit up and stare at him to make sure his breathing is nice and even. Or on nights when she is really tired, she places her hand on his back or chest to feel the steady rise and fall.
Poor Andy. He has recently come to realize he lives with and, gulp, sleeps next to, the crazy lady.