Hey everyone, it’s Tina. You know, the one they call “crazy”? The one they talk about behind my back, the one who’s always “doing too much”? Yeah, that’s me. I’m used to it by now. It’s like a badge of honor, really.

Honestly, I’ve never considered myself “crazy.” I’m just…passionate. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and sometimes, that gets me into trouble. It seems like I’m always the one being labeled as “obsessed,” “clingy,” or “psycho.” But here’s the thing: I’m not. I’m just someone who cares deeply and expresses it, sometimes a little too enthusiastically.

Let me paint you a picture. I’ll tell you a story, a common one, that’s happened countless times. I’ll meet someone, maybe a guy, maybe a girl. We’ll hit it off, have a great conversation, and I’ll feel a connection. Maybe I’ll even say something like, “Wow, I really enjoy talking to you. You’re super interesting.” And then, BAM! Suddenly, I’m the “obsessed” one. I get the silent treatment, the “ghosting,” the “I’m not interested” look.

I’m left scratching my head, wondering what happened. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something wrong? Did I cross some invisible line? The answer, I’ve come to realize, is often just that I’m “too much” for them. I’m too enthusiastic, too expressive, too…me.

And it’s not just about the initial connection. Once I feel a spark, I get excited. I want to keep talking, keep exploring that connection. I’ll send a text, then another, maybe even a third, before they’ve even had a chance to respond. I’m not trying to overwhelm them. I’m just eager, excited to keep the conversation going. But it often comes across as “annoying,” as “too much.”

And then there’s the issue of my unpredictability. I’m not always the most logical person. I act on impulse, I say things without thinking them through completely. Sometimes, I even jump to conclusions, making accusations that are completely unfounded. I know it’s not always the best way to handle things, but it’s just how I am. I’m a whirlwind of emotions, a chaotic storm of thoughts and feelings.

But again, it’s often misconstrued. I’m seen as “crazy,” as someone to avoid, someone who’s going to cause drama. And it’s true, I can be dramatic. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and when I’m hurt, it shows. But it’s not because I’m trying to manipulate or control. It’s just because I’m real, I’m vulnerable, and I feel things deeply.

It’s frustrating, you know? To be labeled “crazy” for simply being real. For expressing genuine interest and connection. For being myself. It’s like people are scared of my passion, my energy. They’d rather have someone who’s emotionally distant, someone who keeps things bottled up. But that’s not me. I’m not wired that way.

And the worst part? It’s almost impossible to explain. When I try to defend myself, to say, “Hey, I’m not obsessed! I just really enjoyed our conversation,” they dismiss me. They think I’m making excuses, playing victim, or just trying to get their attention.

So, what am I supposed to do? Should I shut down my emotions, become a robot? Should I pretend I don’t care, just to fit in? No. I’m not going to change who I am. I’m not going to stifle my emotions. I’m going to keep being me, even if it means being labeled “crazy.”

I’m not saying I want to be the “crazy” one. I just want to be understood. I want people to see that I’m not some manipulative, obsessive monster. I’m just a person who cares deeply and expresses it in a way that’s not always conventional. Maybe someday, people will learn to appreciate that. Maybe someday, they’ll realize that “crazy” isn’t always a bad thing. Maybe someday, they’ll see that it’s just a different way of being.

Until then, I’ll just keep living my life, being myself, and ignoring the whispers behind my back. I’m not the “crazy” one. I’m just Tina, and I’m okay with that.

And hey, if you ever want to talk, I’m here. Just don’t be afraid to say hi. I promise I won’t bite (unless you’re really, really annoying). 😉