I was recently listening to "This American Life" on NPR. (OK yes, I am one of those public radio supporters - I even Pledge!)
At any rate, the story involved the stories we tell about ourselves to others - How we chose these stories - what they reveal about us. How in the best stories one tends to be either the hero, or the fool - and often both things at once.
Of course, I started to think about the stories I have told in which I am both hero and fool. My mind went to one story immediately.
The story about my turn as the "crazy girlfriend".
Yes, I was one of those. Once. At one point in my life, with one specific guy - I became the crazy girlfriend. Come on - you all know what I am talking about. The girlfriend that other people see and think "Damn - she's crazy".
It was my sophomore year in college. He lived on the 2nd floor, I lived on the 4th. He was a senior. We became involved. I believe he lived to torture me. Of course, being the assertive young woman I was, I had some things to say about that - and some very verbal, loud arguments ensued. During one particularly heated disagreement, he locked me out of his room. I was INFURIATED. This is when I made the plan which turned me from "Annoyed girlfriend" to "Crazy Girlfriend". How dare he lock me out. I was going to show him. I was getting in there.
Since the door was locked...I naturally thought the window was a good idea.
So what that his room was on the 2nd floor! So what that his room was on the front of the building - which sat on top of a hill ( so everyone for a good square mile could see me)! This was principle, dammit.
I carried my friends loft ladder down the stairs from the 4th floor. I brought a milk crate - Cause I didn't think it would reach the 2nd floor without a boost. I climbed said ladder. I could j-u-s-t reach the window - which I managed to get somewhat open.
We now move into "Fiasco".
The ladder fell. I was hanging on to the edge of the window ledge from the 2nd story - in front of the entire campus. I couldn't pull myself Up, cause the window wasn't open enough.
I was yelling for the guy in question to help me ( which he never did - On one hand I think "What an asshole" - on the other, I may have left crazy me out there too!)I hung on as long as I could.....and then fell. Hard. Hit the milk crate. Hurt the hell out of my ankle. Had to lay in the shrubbery for a while before I could get up...and climb up the 4 flights of stairs to my room. Of course, I needed to stop at the 2nd floor to yell at his door.
Honestly, it was the only relationship in which I became the crazy girlfriend. He and I were not a good combination, as if this wasn't clear. That may have been the last time we spoke to one another, which was clearly for the best.
So - Give me your crazy girlfriend stories. Not the justifications for WHY you became the crazy girlfriend. I could write a whole book about what drove me Nuts about this guy, but that isn't the point. The point was when I jumped the shark from annoyed to crazy.