If I’m Not Crazy Nobody Is (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Feb 19 2023	Views/Reads: 585/368	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
No matter how crazy the world around me is, I can trust God to lead me in the right direction.

Last Sunday, we were driving to our Sunday morning church service and
encountered a lot of crazy drivers. As The Gracious Mistress of the 
Parsonage was driving, I kept my cool and, more importantly, my mouth 
closed. 

Every once in a while, she would say, “What's wrong with these crazy
drivers?” 

I could tell she was a little agitated by these drivers swaying in and
out of the lanes. 

“Why are people so crazy when they are driving? How did they get a
driver's license?” 

Certainly, I could have enhanced the conversation, but I knew I would
not come out on the winning side. There are times when a person should 
just keep their mouth shut. After all these years as a husband, I am 
learning more about keeping my mouth shut. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage has often looked at me and said,
“Are you crazy or what?” 

You don't know how often I wanted her to define what she meant by “or
what.” But, of course, I'm not sure I would have liked her definition 
at that time. 

I'm unsure if I was born crazy or just learned it as I grew up. But the
facts remain that I am crazy in a variety of ways. 

It would be nice to sit down with The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
and get her to explain how she thinks I am crazy. I'm not sure she 
could ever stop talking about it if I did. 

Some people's crazy is another person's lifestyle. So I'm leaning
towards the latter. 

Not long ago, she had to go thrift store shopping which would take up
most of her day. I was rather excited because I've been thinking about 
getting an Apple Fritter for several weeks. These are not on my diet, 
and I'm not allowed to bring them into the house. 

A few minutes after she left, I jumped in my truck, went, got an Apple
Fritter and brought it home. I was in Apple Fritter heaven. 

On my third bite of that Apple Fritter, I heard the front door open, and
in walked The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. She stopped, looked 
at me with both hands on her hips, and said, “Are you crazy or what? 
You're not allowed to have Apple Fritters, especially in this house.” 

Well, when you're crazy, I guess you're crazy. 

I've been thinking about this, and the thought that has dominated my
thinking is, what's so wrong about being crazy? Some of the best people 
I know are crazy. 

Driving home from church about three weeks ago, some old man on a
motorcycle was weaving back and forth, passing cars. When he passed us, 
he was smiling like a really crazy man. 

When my wife saw him, she looked at me and said, “What is wrong with
that crazy man?” 

I laughed and wanted to say, but I didn't, “Well, that crazy man is just
having fun. He's enjoying his life.” 

Looking at me, she might have said, “He better enjoy it now because that
crazy guy isn't going to last very long.” 

I would have loved to stop him and query him, “Sir, what does your wife
think of your driving like a crazy man?”  I would have loved his answer 
about that. I probably could have learned a lesson or two about being 
crazy myself. 

The wise man was pretty close to accurate when he said, “Crazy is as
crazy does.” 


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