Whackadoodle-doo, y'all! I know it's been awhile, but I've been busy counteracting Post-Traumatic-Whackadoodle-Stress-Syndrome. It fries your brain!!
So, the Whackadoodle Closet: Oh, if I only had a nickel for every time a Whackadoodle jumped out of his closet with both feet, I'd be a wealthy woman! Thing is, they obviously KNOW they are Whackadoodles, or they wouldn't be trying to be someone they aren't. And it damn sure isn't a good surprise when they reveal their true identities. Not like when Superman revealed to Lois Lane that he was really Clark Kent and she was in ecstasy that the two men she was the most hot for were actually the same person. LUCKY HER.
No, when a Whackadoodle comes out of his closet, it is a WTF moment, for sure. As in: WTF, how did I not see that this jackass is a Whackadoodle? Or, WTF, does he seriously think I want a Whackadoodle in my life? Or, WTF, yo, what up with the Whackadoodle chiz?? And, also, WTF, how do I get rid of this Whackadoodle?!?!?!
PSA: Most Whackadoodles, once discovered, do not slink away quietly into the good night. Oh, no, they want to stick around and A) prove why you should keep them, and B) dissect you and your psyche and C) fling all their emotional poo at you. (SHIELDS UP!). And some of them (like my most recent ex-Whackadoodle) are not the least bit deterred by radio silence or the threat of legal action. **SIGH** The psyche dissection is my most favorite part of the whole thing. I LOVE for someone as qualified as a Whackadoodle to tell me every single thing that is wrong with me mentally and emotionally without responding to defend myself. But flinging poo back at a Whackadoodle just gets them all excited and thinking that there is still a chance you will take them back. NOT!
So, PTWSS has wiped me out, but I am on the mend and hope to be back with a video post really soon. I miss talking to y'all!
Love and light,