I have spent years cultivating the idea that I am crazy. I don’t know why I would consciously decide to let people think that the only place I would truly be comfortable is in a padded room on the fourth floor, wrapped snugly in a straitjacket, throwing jell-o across the room at unsuspecting nurses.
People tend to notice you better when you are outside the box. It’s cramped inside that box! And it’s chock full of conformists. I march to the beat of my own drummer. I’m generally disruptive, but in a non-threatening way. People take things way too seriously.
I have been diagnosed with depression, attention deficit disorder, bi-polar disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder, oppositional defiance disorder --- I am a virtual mental health reference library. I have learned to control most of my afflictions without the help of medication (which is sometimes a feat in itself). Mostly, I just do what I do, and ignore the inevitable stares.
I am not satisfied with one. One is boring. It's selfish. Opinions are fine, but I'll take mine over yours any day. Stupidity bothers me. If you're going to be stupid, fine. Just go be stupid away from me.
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