Over the course of writing these blog posts, I have touched upon several sliding scales that have come up in my every day life. Some of these are useful to measure dichotomies, like the opera-wife beater scale that my friend came up with to describe class versus crass. Others have been more useful as a means of trying to objectively measure various qualitative values. For example, banter with friends has led to formulas and scales to measure both how full someone really is and how much pain a guy is really in.
To this day, though, I still think that the crazy scale was my favorite. If you can't be bothered to click the link to my old post, my brother basically came up with a way to measure how crazy he thought some of the Mild Ex'es were. There were categories, each category had a weight, and there was even a hotness factor thrown in to help determine how much crazy one should be willing to put up with. Basically, it was like another version of the crazy/hot scale from How I Met Your Mother. It wasn't so much that it was novel, it was that the timing was perfect. Given the situation, it got me to laugh way harder than I expected, and it's always been a funny memory.
Well, I think I have another scale to add to the list. This one is along the same lines of the crazy scale, only it's not tied to a bad break up. It just sort of came up in conversation, thanks to a couple of friends of mine.
First, let's start with the friend who says I date crazy people. Obviously, she's exaggerating, and it's not like she's referring to every last person I've ever dated. However, she's certainly been known to poke fun of me (though it's usually when she's losing an argument, funnily enough). Mind you, this is the same friend who calls me a "boy scout," so she's no stranger to interesting turns of phrases. In this case, though, her assessment was just the beginning of the story.
Several weeks later and in a completely different setting, I was having drinks with a different friend. I don't even remember why, but I happened to mention the crazy assessment in passing. Now, this friend is the one who came up with the opera-wife beater scale, so I shouldn't have been surprised by what came next.
She very quickly decided that there is a scale that goes from super tame and innocent to bouncing-off-the-walls crazy. Better yet, the theory goes, I have taken up permanent residence smack dab in the middle of the crazy/tame scale. And that was precisely why I tended to end up in situations with people from both extremes. For the crazy people, I offered stability and a sense of calm. For the tame people, I was their crazy friend, bringing some excitement and goofiness to the table. I could see the logic behind what she was saying, but whether I agreed or not, I was busy laughing about the whole thing.
As it turns out, I have yet another theory and scale to which I have contributed. Yay for science.
To this day, though, I still think that the crazy scale was my favorite. If you can't be bothered to click the link to my old post, my brother basically came up with a way to measure how crazy he thought some of the Mild Ex'es were. There were categories, each category had a weight, and there was even a hotness factor thrown in to help determine how much crazy one should be willing to put up with. Basically, it was like another version of the crazy/hot scale from How I Met Your Mother. It wasn't so much that it was novel, it was that the timing was perfect. Given the situation, it got me to laugh way harder than I expected, and it's always been a funny memory.
Well, I think I have another scale to add to the list. This one is along the same lines of the crazy scale, only it's not tied to a bad break up. It just sort of came up in conversation, thanks to a couple of friends of mine.
First, let's start with the friend who says I date crazy people. Obviously, she's exaggerating, and it's not like she's referring to every last person I've ever dated. However, she's certainly been known to poke fun of me (though it's usually when she's losing an argument, funnily enough). Mind you, this is the same friend who calls me a "boy scout," so she's no stranger to interesting turns of phrases. In this case, though, her assessment was just the beginning of the story.
Several weeks later and in a completely different setting, I was having drinks with a different friend. I don't even remember why, but I happened to mention the crazy assessment in passing. Now, this friend is the one who came up with the opera-wife beater scale, so I shouldn't have been surprised by what came next.
She very quickly decided that there is a scale that goes from super tame and innocent to bouncing-off-the-walls crazy. Better yet, the theory goes, I have taken up permanent residence smack dab in the middle of the crazy/tame scale. And that was precisely why I tended to end up in situations with people from both extremes. For the crazy people, I offered stability and a sense of calm. For the tame people, I was their crazy friend, bringing some excitement and goofiness to the table. I could see the logic behind what she was saying, but whether I agreed or not, I was busy laughing about the whole thing.
As it turns out, I have yet another theory and scale to which I have contributed. Yay for science.
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