I don’t run into too many crazies, nor do I have any in my life. Really, I don’t.

I’m a peacemaker by nature. A lover, not a fighter. I don’t do drama. Except every now and then during a decade, the crazy happens.

That would be this morning, People. My morning began by listening to a very unpleasant voicemail. Granted, it could have been way worse — I wasn’t cussed out or anything, but still … cray cray!

Instead of immediately feeling “bad” or like I needed to do “something” or “fix” things, a sense of utter peace washed over me. Isn’t that so damn great when that happens? Particularly when you have no earthy idea it’s about to happen? Yeah, much better.

I realized, there’s always going to be The Crazies. There simply just are People out there who want to believe the worst and want things to “fit” into their contorted world view of life facts. Ain’t no thing I can do about it.

I feel for The Crazies, because fo real — haven’t we all been there before? Assumptioning and justifying and making up all sorts of insane shit that then down the road you realize – – never even happened. It is not a fun place to be. No happy person does that. I think it’s like physiologically impossible. Or something.

Go on and ignore The Crazies. Feel for them rather than falling into their trap of being pitted against them. The Crazies are just really hurt People, our own People.

This is why kindness does matter and love not only will but is changing the world. It’s the only way to heal.

No to the criziity cray. Yes to compassion.