Somewhere along my way, I'd come to the conclusion that astronauts were smart people. They had to pass a bunch of types of tests to get there. They had to be in excellent physical and mental shape to withstand what they would put their bodies through.

I like to stick to the "rooting for my fellow women" club as well. When a woman does something noteworthy or awesome, I like to support her, talk about her, make others take note.

I suppose, as I try to understand why love (or obsession) makes people do stupid things. Like drive from Texas to Florida wearing adult diapers so she doesn't have to stop until she reaches her target. Or like cutting parachute cords.

I know I am not likely above slipping into one of these frames of mind. I like to think I am sensible and not prone to violence. I try not to judge, but to understand. There but for the grace of God, go I.

I just don't get it though. Driving all that way to potentially hurt or scare someone that you think may be involved with a man you are or want to be involved with, while you have a husband and children of your own at home.
Why do you want more than that?