I am a quirky person.  I’ve always been a little strange, and am not really afraid to show the world what a goofball I am.  Being outgoing and gregarious has always been a part of my nature.  I love being silly and joking around and generally making an ass of myself.  If you can’t laugh at yourself, how can you expect others to?

The older I get, the more idiosyncratic I become.  I am fine with this, but I think I’m driving my guy insane.  I talk to myself, make goofy faces,  joke around all the time and call my cats “my adopted children”.  That drives him bonkers.  He tells me they are my “pets”, and shakes his head like he is ready to find me a nice rubber room somewhere.  I have no sympathy.  He knew what he was getting himself into.

He is far more reserved than I am (although not THAT reserved) and he has an excellent sense of humour, but will not make an ass of himself for a laugh like I will.  He would never start to dance around or burst into song because he feels like it.  I do it all the time.  I even sing to my adopted children.  My husband thinks that this behaviour is enough to have me locked up for 72 hours of psychiatric evaluation.

He is one of the most strongly feminist guys that I know, but I think that sometimes he thinks I am being a silly girl.  Poor guy, married to me, with two female children.  No boys, even the cats are females.  He lives in our silly girl world.  I’m wondering if there will come a time when my wacky, weird, peculiar, strange habits and mannerisms will drive HIM crazy!  Can one crazy person identify another?  Will I see the signs? 

I see him giving me looks out of the corner of my eye sometimes.  I also know that a lot of the time when I joke around, he tries very hard not to laugh, because it only encourages me.  Will he one day really stop laughing?  Will my goofiness become to much for one man to bear?  Nah, I doubt it, I’m far too entertaining to have around!