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I Hate Being Informed Like This…
Astrology in real life
I have a (projected) 7th house Uranus. (1 Minute Astrology - Psychology, The 7th House And Projection In Relationship) That means I think I am normal… the partner is odd.
The soldier and I on the phone tonight:
“But wait a minute,” I said. ‘You mean I’m the crazy one? I thought you were the obviously crazy one.”
“No, we’re both crazy. It’s both of us.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. I thought I was pretty sane. The way you go yelling around?”
“Between the two of us, I am the sane one. I am the sanest for sure,” he said.
“Oh for crying out tears. It is interesting but hard to believe. I think you’re the crazy one. The way you make it sound we’re both off and society would flush us both.”
“Yeah. Yeah, society would flush us both. They’d flush us both in a minute.”
“Well that comes as a shock. That’s hard for me to understand. What is so crazy about us? What’s wrong with us?”
“P, we cleared that dance floor. We went Christmas caroling and scared the hell out of those people. What about that girl at the pool you came after? I was gonna tell her, run! Run for your life!”
“Oh come on, I was 17.”
“Yeah, and now you scream over the diesel. You scream over the diesel that is 1000 miles away.”
“It is understandable. It is logical to yell over a truck.”
He laughed. “I don’t care what you say. Fact is, I am Frankenstein and you are the Bride of Frankenstein and they are gonna chase us both up the hill with torches and a rake.”
“With a what?”
“A rake! A rake! Yeah, you’re the bride. She thinks she’s normal too with that white streak stickin’ up. She’s normal all right, yeah she is.”
6 Responses to “I Hate Being Informed Like This…”
Ahhhhhh! This is hilarious! ROFL!!!
My husband and I were working on a house/building project recently and we were kind of quietly concentrating together and he very innocently asked, “So, have you been really picky your entire life, or did it start later in your life?”
“What?” I practically gasped. “What do you mean? I thought you were the picky one? I’m picky? I’m not the picky one, you’re the one who’s picky!”
And, so the story goes. . .
In my relationship, we’re both completely off our rockers. I just fake it better when we have to interact with other human beans. 
feh. it would be ridiculous to flush all the characters. then who would we have to project on to? : P
You crack me up! “We went Christmas caroling and scared the hell out of those people.”
ROFL!
Patricia, the place is called Folie à Deux.
Wikipedia says:
Folie à deux (translated, “a madness shared by two”) is a rare psychiatric syndrome in which a symptom of psychosis (particularly a paranoid or delusional belief) is transmitted from one individual to another. The same syndrome shared by more than two people may be called folie à trois, folie à quatre, folie à famille or even folie à plusieurs (”madness of many”). Recent psychiatric classifications refer to the syndrome as shared psychotic disorder (DSM-IV) (297.3) and induced delusional disorder (folie à deux) (F.24) in the ICD-10, although the research literature largely uses the original name.
See Wikipedia for more.
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