Googly-eyed crazy

In my 36 years on this earth, I have made one of my favorite past-times just observing humans. At work, I get to do this every day and get paid for it. But I also like observing my friends and family. I like "people watching" at airports and malls. One might even say I study humankind in a scientific and sociological experiment kind of way.

I have made some serious conclusions about crazy. Now, don't get me wrong. I can only *see* crazy in people because I've seen it in my own two eyes looking back at me in the mirror. I like to think that life situations and certain harmful relationships I've been in has triggered my crazy. Either way, having seen it in myself, makes it easier to see it in others.

So the dead giveaway? The cookie monster eyes. Or as I like to call it googly (pronounced like google, but it's not about surfing the web) eyes. You can look in their eyes and see that they're not quite *right*. If you look at all the other muppets/puppets on Sesame Street, they all have fixed eyes. Elmo, Big Bird, Zoey. Even Oscar the Grouch has fixed eyes. But not cookie monster. He has wiggly, roll around in his head eyes. And he's the only one on Sesame Street that's batshit crazy. Cookie cookie cookie and then he eats the cookie and it's all over the place, crumbs flying. Like a crazy person would.

So next time you're hearing someone talk and what they're saying doesn't quite sound *right*, check their eyes. You'll know it when you see it. Unless YOU are googly eyed crazy. In which case, I highly recommend medical intervention. There's no reason for so many people to suffer googly-eyed crazy people.


POST SCRIPT.....This is how freaking lame I am. I have already discussed my googly-eyed observations of people in my blog. ALMOST. TO. THE. WORD. I am so pathetic. I have one funny, unique thought and write about it twice in the same blog. I rock. I think I either lack sleep or sex or both! My brain power is elsewhere.

Actually my brain power has been in reading books lately. I am back to reading like my life depends on it. Thanks to my fantastic husband and my Christmas present (bookie), I can read 150 books at a time, wherever, whenever I want. I think I haven't cared about much else since.