i just want to thank you

Dear Crazy Lady,

When I first saw your hot pink cheeks, I naturally assumed that you were suffering from eczema, or possibly even the heartbreak of psoriasis. "That's unfortunate," I thought, "but good for her, venturing out in the world instead of hiding inside." Then I got a better look at you, and I realized that you had painted your normally brown skin a nice shade of white. But you didn't stop there. Oh no. You followed that light application of grease paint with a thorough coating of pink lipstick (what was that shade? Blink Pink? Cherries in the Snow?) to your forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, AND lips. Naturally, I assumed that you must be out of your fucking mind, because most people don't greet the world with hot pink faces. But your behavior seemed normal enough. When you took the guitar from the rack, you didn't bang it on the ground, or attempt to assault your husband with it. You used our rest room, and you did not smear shit on the walls. You didn't even shout or twitch, or cuss at me.

I just want to thank you for showing me the softer side of crazy. It was a nice change of pace.