#NerdsUnite: Confessions of an OverDreamer (The Crazy)
<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Megan. (Yes, another one!) I met her at the #20SB summit in Chicago, and she's a really really really rad chica. She's here today to tell you about a little problem that she has. Megan is what we would call an over-dreamer. Not an overachiever because an overachiever actually achieves something ... Megan dreams, and that's it. And here is her story ... HIT IT MEGAN!! </editorsnote>
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I’d like to spend this post writing about a subject that often goes hand-in-hand with being an overdreamer. In some ways, she’s the other side of the coin. The negative to the neurosis, if you will.
We’re going to call her: THE CRAZY. 
Because she is batshit crazy.
Let’s say ‘boy’ and I have a Skype date at 10pm. I’m on at 10. 10:06pm, he texts to say he’s still eating dinner, and he’ll call soon. At 10:26, he’s still not around. Logical Megan says ‘it’s okay – he got tied up. Whatevs.’ But then there’s THE CRAZY. And THE CRAZY – she’s mad.
(Why do I have Skype dates instead of real dates with ‘boy’ to begin with? That’s a post for another day. Just go with it.)
THE CRAZY does not like standing on the left side of the escalator behind other people standing on the left side of the escalator because everyone knows that you’re supposed to walk on the left side of the escalator and stand on the right (this goes for airport walkways as well).
THE CRAZY gets really weirded out when she forgets earrings. I’m really not sure what’s up with this. It’s like no earrings = naked or something. It’s odd.
THE CRAZY always kind of wonders if the taxi driver isn’t purposely taking the wrong way around (this one in particular is bad – I normally pride myself in my ability to trust people).
THE CRAZY does not like if she thinks someone is upset with her; she doesn’t like following the directions on the back of the box; she doesn’t like waiting to order drinks at crowded bars (ASIDE – do you ever wonder if bartenders get tired of being stared at for hours straight by patrons who can’t wait for more drinks?); she doesn’t take well to not being ‘in the know’ – at work, with friends, etc.
When you meet Megan, THE CRAZY is usually nowhere to been seen. But she’s always just a little bit there, just waiting for life to be a little less than perfect.
Someone once told me that no one can make you irritated or upset or stressed. You can only make yourself feel those things. I think it was my dad who told me that actually. Definitely sounds like something he would say.
That’s the real battle. THE CRAZY is no one else’s fault – she’s mine to own. I can succumb to it – go all HULK on someone’s ass or write a really nasty journal entry that I really hope, despite all odds, the perpetrator will somehow find and read later. Or…I can just… let. It. Go.
To combat THE CRAZY, I need to embrace the imperfections life brings. I can do some of those breathing exercises. Look at the bigger picture. The one in which I remember that the bartender is tired and overworked and stressed and probably just spilled beer on his pants, and he’s been up since 6am and he has a huge blister on his left foot.
I can remember to love people.
I’m not going to hate ‘boy’ forever (though I may need to logically explain to him that some of us have to keep 11pm bedtimes). And remember that being ‘in the know’ isn’t always the greatest – especially when what you know is bad news bears.
I hear it’s better for the heart rate this way. And probably relationships, too. Sorry CRAZY, I’m going to have to phase you out.
#nerdsunite
Want more from Megan? Check out her blog over yonder!