I'm not sure these examples count toward crazy. Its just me. I find it blissful living a slightly dotty existance. I can thank my mother for allowing me as much freedom as she did when I was growing up. I am almost totally unaware of my ways. Most people who know me find me somewhat *thinks of words to describe* I guess, 'fuzzy and unfocused and completley unawares of how I appear to others' Not to say I spend my whole time wandering round in a state of craziness. Just I prefer my life to not be about focusing on the things that many people focus on. Its just not me. I chose a long time ago to opt out of the whole career thing and to take the path of free time, freedom, laughter and relaxation. Sure I work and I apply myself, but I place a higher value on my personal happiness than climbing a career ladder. Its allowed me to just 'be' as a person. Its what makes me happy. And if I come over as slightly kooky or crazy in my ways, then thats ok with me. I'm happy.
So examples of things I did, or still do in my daily life
1 - As a child I used to walk to school in my last year of infants. I'd of been 6-7. My mother received a call one day asking her if she could try to persuade me to stop arriving at school late and minus the 20 or so snails that were attached to my arm. New ones each morning I should add. We had done a project at school and kept a small snail farm. I however had gone one step further and was entranced by these trail of slime oozing creatures. So on my way to school each morning I would lose track of time and spend ages finding as many pretty ones as I could. And naming them all. And then I would arrive at school, late, and present them all, with pride to my teacher. Her expressions ranged from amusement to start, then veered into shock, then as the days went on into resigned boredom and a sort of glazed look. Now the crowning glory for me in all this was that one day I was able to show the entire class something that until then I had been the only one to see. I presented them a pair of 'in the middle of their Business Time' routine snails. I mean, snails, madly going at *it* as snails can when such slow moving creatures. And to top it all, covered in foam (which is what snails create when doing *it*). My exact words are long forgotten now, but it was, my mother tells me, along the lines of "Look Miss, they are having snail sex" Needless to say my mother got another phone call. 'Sex' was an unheard of word for 6-7 year olds back in the mid 70's. I was about 10 years ahead of my time. Thanks Mum
And now, when I think back on it I am so proud I introduced an entire generation of kiddes to sex. Even if it was only snail sex. They pretty much all went home and asked their parents what sex was
Have I mentioned sex enough here now?
And into adult hood we go
I still wander country lanes and somehow get sidetracked if its damp or been raining. I amble and look for snails, pick them up and help them cross the road. Same with caterpillars, toads, moths and anything else moving. I tell my bloke I am going for a 20 minute walk with the dogs and arrive back over an hour later
What else, I still look, when walking on grass, for a 4 leafed clover. Even at 35. I know they don't actually exisit, but I live in hope that one day I will find one.
I am able to revert to childhood games in public. For example, when in Australia last year, My bloke and I came across some bricks making a walkway. Some of the bricks had dedications or quotes and so on on them, all the way along this path. Broken down into alpabetical order. We started walking over them and reading them. Then I jumped on one and read it out aloud to my bloke. Then another. He looked at me, then took a jump to another one ahead, and read out the one he landed on. And so on. We spent a fair whiles, playing a weirded out version of Hop Scotch. Trying to outdo each other with the next brick quote/dedication etc. And to get to the end first. Everyone else just walked over them and did not really stop to read. And I am sure gave us a few odd looks. But its great to be able to just 'be' like that and not worry about it. We read those bricks, appreciated them and laughed lots also. I don't think anyone else got as much out of them as we did that day.
If you ever visit Adelaide and the beach area of Glenleg, I recommed taking a turn at Weirded Out Hop Scotch
So yes, thats me. I know not too crazy you are thinking. I gave you the toned down things