My brain has been tickled to figure this riddle.  Not because I too am a magnet but more specifically because I am the crazy that is drawn to magnets. 

After spending time being irritated by this question and then yet more time being irritated that I had spent time on it, I have to suppose that “yes” is the only answer that can be given to both questions. 

If you’re not in the mood for crazy, just scroll on past, cuz’ you’re gonna hate this one:

To the dear Magnets of the world,

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that you probably grew up earlier than you were supposed to, looking out for your mother & siblings. Maybe you took on responsibility both as financial supplier and keeping things in order at home.  Maybe you gave up getting an education you deserved to keep your home life financially stable. Maybe you feel like you were always a grown up, and had to act that way too.

Lets just say you had to grow up early into a self sufficient, responsible man and that may or may not mask the feminine qualities that are equally part of you, empathy, nurturing, acceptance, affection and being a good listener.  Don’t you dare “psshhh” me because we both know that your mom, on her own was dad enough for the lot of you and you had to be there too support her the best that you could.

Why is crazy attracted to you?  Why the hell not?  You have all the qualities that crazy here doesn’t have.  And not just that, you are harder than most to be rattled by the craziness that issues forth from the said “crazy”.  Which always makes for a more compelling game of chase.

But it’s not just that & it’s bugging me…….

You are not scared away by crazies.  You can accept the crazies for who they really are.  Which is of course (when you do it convincingly) is massively reassuring and is JUST what she wants……FOR A MOMENT — SUCKER!!  For behold, what is Crazy without the CRAZY, am I right? Programed to push you as far as she can, test you, prod you, provoke you, intentionally, unintentionally, who cares. 

WHY? I’m gonna guess it has as much to do with a plea for reassurance as it is for that self-destructivness that her actions are always tinted with.  For how, indeed could she be properly crazy if she wasn’t insecure and somewhat….you know……….crazy.

The part I regret is the part where she pushes you away, asserting her independence, and you react by simply letting her go. That part. I used to think it was because you weren’t man enough to fight for it, but now I’m starting to understand that maybe it was because the total culmination of your life experiences have taught you the highest form of love you can demonstrate is self-sacrifice and that love means you’ll accept whatever your given even if it’s getting your teeth kicked in by her.  Kapow!  And sometimes it’s a shame cuz’ all she wants is for you to grab her by the heels and drag her back, kicking & screaming.  (well, sort of….eh-hum………….bygones). 

OK, someone better give me an AMEN on this or I’m gonna have to take it easy on God’s good business while I’m alone with my small brain.