Guys, listen up. I just had a realization, and it’s a mind-blowing. I mean, a SERIOUS mind boggling. Like an if-you-want-to-go-about-your-day-normally-stop-reading-right-now kind of mind boggling.
Yeah. I’ll give you a second to decide if you want to read any further…
OK, those of you who are left must be as masochistic as I am. Nevertheless, let’s get down to the brass tacks here: I think every one of us has at least one “crazy ex-girlfriend” and the stories to go along with ‘em.
Some of us have multiple crazy exes, and a select few (like myself) have only dated girls we would later refer to as “crazy.” This is obviously nothing new; the crazy-ex stereotype exists for a reason, but the other day, a thought hit me … did I make them crazy?
I mean, what the heck are the odds that out of the three girls I dated for long periods of time, they would all end up doing nutty things that would make me later deem them crazy?
Slim, right? I know. That’s why I’m starting to seriously wonder if I’m the problem, if we, as a gender, are the problem, and if we make these otherwise normal girls go bananas.
I’m well aware that there are some certifiably insane women out there. The bat-crazy types, the Lorena-Bobbitt-ain’t-got-nothing-on-me kinds of females. But, let’s face it: They’re few and far between.
Most women are relatively sane, until we make them otherwise. I’m almost entirely convinced of this right now, and I’m not happy about it. I preferred to believe I was the rational, sane, logical party in the relationship, and I just happened to date the ones who should have come with a warning label tattooed on their foreheads. I no longer believe this to be the case, at least not fully.
I always knew I wasn’t the easiest person to get along with, and I wasn’t going to win boyfriend of the year or anything, but I didn’t think I was that bad. It wasn’t my fault they were jealous, insecure, angry, sad, violent and borderline bipolar.
Or was it?
Did they get jealous because my eye wandered, because they thought I was constantly looking for a “hotter” girl? Did I ever do anything to reassure them that I wasn’t? Did I take my flirtatious nature too far on more than one occasion without even realizing it?
Yes. Yes to all of those and more. That’s strike one against me.
Was it my fault they were insecure? Did I ever make them feel as beautiful as I should have? Did I ever make them feel like they weren’t enough for me and, therefore, make them feel small inside? Did I cause the trust issues that made them even more insecure than they were before they met me? Did I unintentionally break them, and make them “crazier” for the next guy?
This introspection is not going well for me at all. I’m beginning to feel the regret, and I would bet that some of you reading this are, too.
Did I make them angry? Well, of course. This one takes very little reflection. They pushed my buttons, so I pushed theirs. This one I don’t feel bad about.
Did I make them sad? Well, it’s safe to say in every one of those relationships, we hurt each other. We made each other sad. Although, if I didn’t make them so jealous and insecure, maybe they wouldn’t have been so sad. Maybe we would have fought less. Maybe one of them would have worked, and I wouldn’t be alone right now.
I do believe I caused all of this, and I’m starting to loathe myself for doing this and for clearing up the much-needed blind spot in my self-perception. I think with someone else, someone a little more mature and a little more kind, they wouldn’t have been like that.
I really wish I would have never thought about this, and I certainly shouldn’t have put the thought into words. I didn’t need this clarity. Ignorance was blissful.
I guess it really is true. I’ve heard the muffled whispers, the hushed voices of the women who proclaim “Men make us crazy.” I also contributed that to their obvious insanity, without stopping to analyze where they derive this conclusion from.
I told you; this is a mind boggling. And so, I ask this of men everywhere: What the hell have we done?!?!
Seriously, if even half of the rest of you are as guilty as I am, all we’re doing is making it hard for the next dude who dates them. Our gender, as a whole, was completely oblivious to this — at least I assume so. I’m a genius in my own mind, and if I was in the dark about it, I’m sure everyone else is.
It sucks. It’s shameful, and it fills me with regret. I didn’t even know the damage I’ve done to the fragile psyche of these girls. I bet most guys have no clue what they’re doing, even as they’re doing it.
I sure as sh*t was convinced it wasn’t my fault, that these were just nutty broads, and that’s that. It never hit me that they weren’t that f*cking nutty until I brought the crazy out of ‘em.
So, to every girl I turned into a psycho, I sincerely apologize. To every girl who was turned into a psycho by a guy just as clueless as I was, I apologize on behalf of my gender.
To every guy reading this, who’s starting to think, “Oh, maybe I did make her lose her sh*t,” you did. I did. We did.
Just accept it, move on, and try not to dwell on this for the rest of your sh*tty day. I know, easier said than done. I warned you in the first paragraph.
However, if you can’t help it, and you’re now stuck thinking about all that crap you pulled that made your ex go bat-sh*t, at least find solace in this:
The crazier they are, the better they are in bed. (I know this is a huge generalization, but hey, I’m going with it.) At the very least, maybe you helped create a sexual monster.