Some people drive me crazy.
They drive me crazy because I can’t control or predict anything they’ll do or say. I think for a moment that I know where they are going or what they might be feeling but then I realize I don’t have a clue. They navigate outside of my familiar waters. They force me out of the fictitious safety of my own territory and leave me hanging in the groundlessness of a completely unexpected reality.
It does drive me crazy. Because I can’t say: see, I knew it. Because honestly with these people, I don’t know anything anymore.
I like that kind of crazy, it makes everything fresh and vivid, full and interesting. And that is surely why the people that drive me crazy are also the people I love the most.
