Crazy Thoughts

are you crazy?
every thought about being crazy?

i've acctually devoted (way too much) thought to this...
if i went crazy, would anyone notice?
(if so, how long would it take for anyone to notice?)

let's face it, for the most part, our interaction with other people is limited at best. we spend most of out days at work, but those people don't spend every waking moment with us. though out an average day you usually spend short incriments of time with people.

how often does this happen?:
"how was your day bob?"
"good, except for firehydrant yelling at me about his pudding again"

nope, usually our minor interest in the poeple around us is fleeting at best. furthermore it's usually the "families" that spend the most time around a crazy person who are the first to dive head first into denile. "oh jimmy is just special" or "stevie has such an active imagination."

this line of thinking also took me to a new area: what if i'm crazy?

think about it, if you're crazy, then you'd be the last person to know, after all, to you it's normal that plants talk to you. (and why is it only crazy/homeless people know that inanimate objects hate us?) crazy people don't look that much different from "normal" people (foil hats aside).

the more i think about this whole craziness thing, the more i realize that it's acctually a great way to live. i mean, no one would ever bother you, people would fear that you would go crazier so they would always be nice to you. furthermore, being crazy gives you a free pass to do what ever the hell you want, not only do the laws bend over backwards to accomidate the nuts of society, but you would no need for inhabition. imagine watching a movie that's god awful, so you just stand up in your seat and fling something at the screen. not only have you vented your frustrations, but you've sent a message to the people who watch you watching movies with nightvision cameras on the backs of the seats. (the truth is out there.)

the down side to crazy is that you'd always have to live in fear of being hauled away to the crazy house (that and UFO abductions...). Even so, if you're locked up you get three hots and a cot, i dont' remember the last time i had tree hot meals in a row! btw, if you're thinking that the crazy house is a prision for the insane, think again. see, medicare pays for everything, so they don't mind springing for the big TV, and once again, you can always use your crazy as leverage to get the remote. hell you can just stare at the box the TV came in (cause you're crazy remember?)

the tricky bit to this would have to be how old you wanna be when you're crazy. too young and you can't enjoy non crazy life, too old and you just have that urine smell and trashbags. i'm thinking i would like to be crazy from my mid to late thirties, that way i can suddenly be "sane" in time to get out so i can be crazy elsewhere.

cause i have plans on where i want to be crazy, and who i want to be crazy with.






Exile