At Least They're Committed

Ugh. Don’t you hate that feeling? You know, the one where you’re out with someone — be it friend, family, coworker, date, etc. — and you slowly realize the person is batshit crazy? It’s surreal. It starts creeping into your brain and you try to shake it, but it won’t go away. “This isn’t right. This isn’t right,” you think. “There’s something wrong.” And all you can do is try not to provoke him or her because they think they’re sane, in fact they KNOW they’re sane. But you become aware that you must choose your words wisely and you must simply nod your head and cajole and start planning an exit strategy all while being cordial enough so he or she won’t sense how badly you’re freaked. I’m not good at that. I’m not good at hiding my emotions. I tend to just get quiet, to shut off in the hopes the person will do the same or at least lose interest in continuing the discussion. Dear God, I believe I’ve had enough batshit crazy people in my life as of late. I hope that will fulfill any ethereal requirements for now and, preferably, forever. Thank you.