Don't fuck crazies. Just don't. You put the key in the lock and you open the door, if you know what I mean. I'm sure many of you have had problems of this variety, and they are not fun. It seems harmless at the time, "What could he/she possibly do to me? He/She seems to like me, I don't think it'll be a problem." Well, you are very wrong. It will be a problem, and usually a big one. I don't know why crazy people unleash the fury when the sex goes down, they just do. Sometimes it is best not to question known truths, why is not always that important. I learned this in math class. There is one amendment on this rule. The crazy balance is what I call it. The crazy balance is a personal choice. You see, we are all crazy which sets up a bit of a paradox, and in order to still have any sex at all you must decide what your level of crazy is and how crazy you are willing to go. For example, if I have decided that I am mid-range crazy, more of your cooky variety, then I must decide if I am willing to go into upper mid-level crazy, possibly medicated but not in need of institutionalization. Knowing that there are consequences to every action, you need to weigh out your crazy balance. When this ends will I have to call the cops? Will I have to change my phone number? Will friends and future mates experience any fall out? If you think you can handle a level five red flag crazy (voices in the head and maybe some feces flinging), well, go for it. But I wouldn't recommend it without serious forethought or being a level five red flag crazy yourself. Generally, most will find that they are willing to go no more than one crazy level above themselves. Stay tuned, loyal readers. Rule two is coming down the pipe.
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