Hindsight is always 20/20. And crazy is sometimes hard to detect at close range. I keep tabs on my fbf (former best friend) through her website. Ya, I know – but curiosity killed the cat and all that. It reassures me that I did the right thing in leaving (first the fc – former church – and by default, her). Having just read her latest bandwagon blitz I am certain that I have. I used to tease her that she could sell ice to an Eskimo or sand to a person dying of thirst in the Sahara. But it’s scary true. And now she’s dragged a whole church into her crazy world. Her causes very quickly become their causes (or missions). After watching this woman cycle through at least a dozen “life missions” I am realizing that she’s not that different from a friend (long since lost touch with because of her numerous moves) who used to hatch “get-rich-quick” schemes. The difference being *that* friend I knew was slightly crazy, and I made allowances for not falling for her schemes – also, her BF was a good friend too (very grounded) and helped reign her in.
I wish I could write a letter to my younger self -it would go something like this:
Just remember, if you’re starting to feel like you’ve gone crazy, check whether your friend is taking her meds. It will save you a lot of trouble and heartache.