Right.
I think maybe my tolerance for psycho is pretty limited.
After growing up in a family that could have occupied an entire week of Jerry Springer episodes...
You know, something like:
White Trash Wins Lotto!
"Join us all next week as we get an inside look at what happens when uneducated rednecks start a petroleum business that becomes more successful than their wildest dreams! The whiskey! The crashed cars! The boats! The houses! The repeat divorces! Millions pissed away on NOTHING!!!"
Drunken insanity and really bad intra-family behavior.
I moved out when I was 16 years old.
Watched the whole thing collapse from afar over the next decade.
No one else ever really escaped the rush or high of acting like a self-absorbed moron.
A BIG reason I was only dabbling in social media for a few weeks until these idiots wanted to continue their bullshit online.
So when I was dating and exploring the wants, needs, and desires of the fairer sex I became keenly aware of any disposition involving drama, more than modest alcohol consumption, or reliance on psychoactive prescription drugs for "anxiety"...
If a woman can't be at least somewhat normal and control her temper when it matters?
I'm out.