I think I'm now dipping a toe into crackpot waters. I picked up a prescription from the pharmacy today. I had to sign for it, so the pharmacist attempted to hand me a pen. I didn't refuse. Nor did I explain. I just kept fumbling in my purse for a black crayon, and he just kept waving the pen in front of me. When I finally signed in black crayon, three pharmacists were staring at me like I was a nutter. Twenty bucks says I've earned myself a nickname.
It's been my experience 50% of my energy goes into explaining why I only write in crayon. The other 50% goes into explaining why I'm doing it...and convincing people I'm not crazy. And that second half takes much more energy than the first half does. Energy I don't have after waiting 20 minutes for a prescription refill after a busy day at work, when I'm already tired and just wanna get home to spaghetti night. Plus sometimes it really is best to just let people think I'm a nutter and not stop me from using my crayon from fear of catching a whole mess of crazy.
Sometimes crazy is easier. Sanity requires too much energy. And that's what I should have told that pharmacist.
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