Yes, we are all crazy.

It's really no surprise that women have the crazy label. I believe every woman has been called a crazy bitch at least once in their lifetime. I have had my fair share of the name tag and I probably always will. You have heard of the ugly truth, well here it is. We are bitches and we are crazy. We do have moments of complete insanity and we do some pretty outrageous, borderline psychotic things which we later regret. Blame it on our own personal chemicals or you can blame it on our individual personalities, but the truth is, we all have these moments and by all I mean men and women, we just show them in different settings.

I guess my weakness is relationships. Love and lust can make you do some crazy things. I went through a very long phase of reacting very strongly to what I felt was betrayal or mixed signals. I am the type of person who needs to upfront and honest truth. I don't have time for games or people who are on the fence. If you want to be in my life, you are either in it or you are out. I don't like the word "maybe" or the word "soon" I am a woman of organization. I like my life neat and tidy and I like to have a plan and a goal. So if my reactions to men over the years putting me into these awkward scenarios, where I am left playing a guessing game, or being led on to avoid "hurting me", if my standing up for myself and the bullshit I have been fed is "crazy" then fuck it; I guess I am the crazy bitch you say I am. Do I care what you think of me? Nope.

I guess I find humor in my label now because as crazy as you think a bitch is, she's probably not at all that crazy. She just has her moments. We all have limits and if you see a crazy demon come out of this once cute and seemingly innocent woman, it means you have pushed the limits. Instead of understanding that this is something she doesn't like (obviously by her reaction) you call her "crazy". How about this? Don't piss her off the same way again and maybe you won't see that crazy side return. I am really not sure how this became rocket science. My boyfriend doesn't like spinach, which I happen to love! A Greek boyfriend who doesn't like spinach. It sounds crazy right? Does it make sense for me to make him a spinach salad? He hates it, so I serve it to him? THAT is what is crazy. Men call us crazy when we react to something we don't like. Instead of avoiding "serving" us what we hate, they serve it up ten times and then call US crazy because we start to freak out. How about this? Grow some balls and either accept what we don't like, and react negatively to, or move on. You don't have time for crazy? Well we don't either, so please spare the sympathy and leave us crazy bitches so we can find a REAL man who knows how to handle us and get the best out of us.

For a while I started to think I had a real problem. I saw psychologists, counsellors, and doctors and I actually thought I had something wrong with my brain. It turns out, I did. I kept fantasizing myself with complete boneheads that didn't want to take the time to keep me happy. Turns out, that was my only real problem. When I met my current boyfriend, in the beginning I had my "moments" and he soon realized where my reactions were coming from. I was so used to being jerked around that I almost looked for signs to become defensive about. Instead of calling me a crazy bitch and throwing the blame in my direction, he showed me that nice men still exist. Patience still exists and there are some people that can bring the best out of you, and some who can test your boundaries to bring out the worst.

There are keys to unlock the crazy bitch. The question to ask is, do you have the right key?

Diary of a Crazy Bitch

Songs have told stories about it. Soap Operas have highlighted it. Reality TV has exposed it in it's finest moments. We've all heard it; we've all said it. Women are crazy. Modern day slogan: Bitches are Crazy.

For those of you just tuning in now, my name is Andrea, and for the past year I have been writing a blog called Music to my Soul. Today, I lay to rest that volume of my life to embark on a new topic of discussion. Crazy Bitches. For those of you who know me personally, or have even read my blog, it's no surprise to tell you, I am a spitfire type-of-gal. The truth is, I am the crazy bitch that you say I am, and I have no shame in admitting it. There are many women like me out there. We are crazy because we show emotion. We are crazy because we have opinions. We are crazy because we aren't afraid to defend ourselves or stand up for what we believe in. If defending myself makes me a crazy bitch, then I am proud to be one!

So what exactly is it that makes us go crazy?