"When we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness - and call it love - true love "
I would agree with Mr. Fulghum. I have often felt that true love is based on finding someone who matches your particular brand of crazy. We all have our own brand of crazy: our own baggage, our own tools (or lack thereof), our own way of being and moving in the world. And when you find someone whose brand of crazy is compatible with yours, you call it love, true love. And you live crazily ever after.