That a lil creepy...

You always accuse me of being condescending when I simply make a statement. My statement is not directed to anyone in particular. I am only stating how I conduct my personal life.

I am not a "warm and fuzzy" person; I don’t coddle or “ooh and awww” at every corner. I don't think stating a basic fact equals being me being condescending.

Facts may not be fun but I appreciate statements that are not sugarcoated. Can you imagine a judge or attorneys reciting contract law or the constitution using the dancing banana?

Life is not puppy dogs and rainbows. (there, I do have a sense of giggle at times).

I try to put myself in the other person's shoe, before I make harsh judgements upon a person. Now if the matter is something within the person's control, yes, I can be condescending too. But... mental illness is beyond a person's control, a chemical imbalance within the brain. Why blame the person, for that? Sometimes the best cure is a friend, someone to talk to. To simply refuse to befriend somebody because of a mental illness, to me... isn't very considerate.

Of course not. Life is cats on a barbeque grill.
Well, that was life on Planet Melmac.

Since when are we talking about a mental disability? My understanding of the OP's topic is whether a person would have a friend in their life that is a little "Mad Max" or high strung - not mentally ill.

He referenced going from Chihuahua to Pit Bull in less than 5 seconds. I don't think he was referring to a mental illness - and used a bit of humor in his post. My reply was based on his original post.

Of course I have compassion for anyone with a disability but we are talking about extreme personalities rather than a diagnosis of a specific psychosis.