“I’ve saved you in my phone as crazy girl”, my ex once mused. I halfheartedly smile, but secretly tears were foaming round the backs of my eyes. Being called crazy by him may have been slightly justified at times, but it felt a little degrading. He knew me better than most, and he chose to summarise with a word linked to ‘mentally deranged’.
Crazy itself has various meanings, however women tend to face the negative connotations of the word’s representation. We are the one’s who become too emotionally attached and clingy, we are oversensitive and need to learn to stop sharing our feelings – according to every self-help guide for females looking to date a man.
This piece by Grazia further explains. It notes how most men have a crazy ex-girlfriend. And I want to know, why? What did they do?
Did they really show signs of crazy behaviour, or did you use the word to take away their power?
Being called crazy is the ultimate female insult
It says you’re not acting normal. It suggests you’re isolated and different from everybody else.
Therefore, you are the problem. All blame is on you as you don’t follow normal principles.
It instantly takes away all power. How can you be right if you’re called crazy? Surly, all your rationalising and thought-process is questionable?
It’s worse if you suffer from mental health
Using the word crazy adds to the stigma. It’s incredibly tough to openly discuss mental health issues – worse when you can get labelled with a deceptive adjective.
So, why do I now embrace being called crazy?
I’m an opinionated, passionate woman.
I cry when I see animal cruelty, and love as if love is truly a Disney creation.
I’m not afraid to act vulnerable or hurt. I’m not afraid to embarrass myself or look like a fool – if a fool is where my heart is heading.
I give my all to love – I put in a lot of broken pieces and tape them up to try to create a good picture. If you choose to mis-place that love and let my glass cracks snap to the ground, please don’t call me crazy if I overact with a little sadness and say some words I may regret.
I care about people. Nobody gets to read my mind easy. If I choose you – just know that I’ve poured blood into a bottle for you – and I’m allowed to feel light-headed after.
Crazy people achieve crazy greatness
It’s not about running down the street naked with a knife holding a framed photo of an ex. Craziness is the anecdote of a creative genius.
Sometimes you have to go against the norm – you have to put a middle finger up and ignore the people who want you wrapped in a nicely parcelled box.
That’s how life keeps growing. Someone at some point, must have realised that a king is not chosen by God, and beheadings are not a normal activity to watch.
We’re all crazy to somebody else. People tell me my love for astrology is stupid, my belief that my health dictates my success in other areas of my life is mad. My interest in holistic health is unrealistic.
I don’t understand my best friend who is devoted to her religion. And that’s okay. The good side of crazy makes us unique – it makes us interesting and gives the world character.
Crazy is about loving your loves
I’m crazy about my dreams, my work, my family and my life. I know myself completely and I know through deep analysis, why I am the way I am.
I refuse to not stand up and speak my mind. It’s meaningless whether you prefer me to dress like Audrey or Kim Kardashian.
Excluding criminal behaviour and inflicting pain on to others, we should embrace being called crazy, if crazy makes us accept what we want.
It’s the ultimate freedom. It’s freedom in our own bodies and minds. How can you be happy if you don’t feel what you’re feeling?
Being called crazy by my ex might have hurt. But knowing that he played with my emotions like a yo-yo, elevated me to heights in the sky and the dropped me down to seaweed in the ocean – I would rather be crazy.
I acted from terrible treatment. And while Monroe never actually said ‘it’s better to be ridiculous than absolutely boring’, I know it’s better to live sensitive enough to get considered crazy, then to live life pretending to play a victim and not realising that deep down you’re the crazy one after all.
Have you ever been called crazy in a way that sounds negative? Do you the word is used too much in culture?