Nut Job Magnet

It’s perfectly clear to me now. I am a Nut Job magnet.

This makes perfect sense, because I am kind of an unconventional Nut Job myself. Safe, sensible, conventional people are scared of me because I am slightly out of step with society at large. I don’t play by the rules. This naturally attracts other people who live outside the box. (And perhaps a few who think they want to live outside the box, but are too afraid. But that’s another story.)

But, I was…

A Nut Job magnet, with no ability to open my mouth and tell them when their own Nut Job behavior was not acceptable.

A Nut Job magnet who perpetually lowered my standards, and every day, learned to accommodate New Nutty Behavior as “OK” because I want to be a kind and flexible and accommodating sort of person.

For what?

I am looking back at my life, and realizing that all my Nut Job accommodating has gotten me nothing but heartache, drama, and angst.

Blech.

No more Nut Job accommodation.

I like nutty, quirky people. Conventional people bore me TO TEARS. There is nothing more boring than someone who never takes chances, who plays life by society’s rules, who is so afraid to live they just spin in place. Every day, the same as the last. One after another, marching on into infinity… a desperate attempt to keep life safe and predictable.

That’s not living, that’s just marking off time until death.

But other people’s nutty stuff is not allowed to run my life any more.