At a recent Saturday night party...
Wombat: You said you hadn't been out much in three years.
Meredith: Yeah. Bad divorce. I only felt like being alone.
Wombat: Shit. That must have sent you nuts. Just staying at home, that is.
Meredith: Oh, for sure.
Wombat (jocularly): On a scale of one to ten, how crazy are you, Meredith?
Meredith (matter-of-factly): I'd say...around fifty-six or -seven.
Wombat (with fading smile) : * crickets *
...
Bottoms Up, Fellow Crazies.
6 comments:
I'm guessing she didn't look like Annika Svedman.
Correct. Other than that - and the self-admitted madness - Meredith was totally inside the white lines.
It's nice when they know it and admit it up front. My Rule #1 is "believe them"!
...which is an excellent Rule, Miss Licious...
...except if one finds disarming honesty irresistible...
...which I don't. I'm unused to the truth straight off the bat...
:-)
Well, I like disarming honesty.... At least, I think I practice it. :) But when someone tells you up front that they're crazy, an alcoholic, emotionally unavailable, or some other relationship killer, Rule #1 has not failed me!
I guess there's disarming honesty, and disarming honesty fuelled by psychotic or otherwise destructive character flaws.
Okay, that's a statement of the bleeding obvious.
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