So What If I’m Crazy? (standard:humor, 909 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Aug 18 2024	Views/Reads: 121/59	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
We are headed in the same direction although, sometimes I’m looking out the right window and she’s looking out her left window. The destination is what really matters. And that we totally agree on.

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and her wonderful husband
celebrate 53 years of marital bliss this year. What an accomplishement. 


It doesn't seem possible that we have been married 53 years. After all,
we don't look that old! At least she doesn't. 

It's amazing how time flies; if you're like me, you don't even pay
attention to it. Now that I'm just past the 70-year mark, things seem 
to be going faster than ever. I can wake up in the morning and it 
doesn't take long for me to be ready to go back to bed. Where does all 
this time go? I think I want a refund. 

I have come to understand that no matter how things change, they always
remain the same. Just because my age has changed doesn't mean anything 
else about me has changed. I am still the same person The Gracious 
Mistress of the Parsonage married 53 years ago. I have no plans to 
change. 

As far as I know, she hasn't changed either. And I am unanimous in that.


Down through the years of our marital Showboat adventure, The Gracious
Mistress of the Parsonage has often asked me, “What's wrong with you? 
Are you crazy or what?” 

That hasn't changed since the beginning of our journey. I've been crazy
from the beginning, and I still am, and I have no expectation of 
changing. If I'm going to change I would like to know what she means by 
the phrase “or what?” 

The only thing that hasn't changed is my understanding of everything
that The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage says. To this day, I do not 
know what her meaning of the word “crazy” is. When she asks me if I was 
crazy, I was not sure what she is asking. I just go along with her 
idea. What else can I do? 

Looking back over my life, especially the 53 years of our marriage, I
can see a few moments of me being crazy. But I don't see anything wrong 
with being crazy. In fact, being crazy has been the real fun in my 
life. Why can't I be crazy once in a while? 

I'm sure my definition of crazy and her definition of crazy do not share
the same dining room table. 

For one, crazy means that I don't take things very seriously. That has
been helpful down through the years, and I can verify that. It helps me 
to release stress. 

Of course, I take many things in life seriously, but the ones that I
don't take seriously are important to me. That is the area of my 
crazy-itis. I have a hard time picking which ones are crazy and which 
ones aren't. 

The real difference between The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and
me is that she takes everything seriously. I, on the other side of the 
room, don't take everything seriously. Of course, there are sometimes, 
I must admit, I take the wrong thing not too seriously. That's what 
really gets me into trouble. 

I always think of the Abe Lincoln joke, where his wife asks him, “Does
this dress make me look fat?” 

To be serious about that question is a lifesaver. However, not to be
serious about that question can get a person into deep trouble. I know, 
I've been there. 

One time, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage bought a new dress,
brought it home, put it on, and came out to where I was sitting and 
asked me, “What do you think about this new dress of mine?” 

I wasn't too serious at the moment, so I looked up at her and said, “I
don't think I could wear that dress anywhere and get away with it.” 

Before I even finished that sentence, I knew I was in trouble. 


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