Crazy

Sometimes the appropriate response to reality is to go insane. - Philip K. Dick

This is an appropriate quote to describe my feelings today. Am I insane? Or does that just mean I can deal with reality? Unsure, about either of those claims, I do know I attract the crazies. They seem to be everywhere. What is this place? Isn't there anyone I can fucking relate to who isn't going to jump off the Big Person Train onto Nutzo Island? Or maybe I would actually make better friends from people who are medically insane.

Whatever it means, I don't like it. It makes me think that I am crazy because I attract crazy people. There certainly cannot be that many crazies all over the place...could there???

What makes a crazy?

Here are a few telltale signs I have adopted in my experience to help the flabbergasted people like me figure out a Crazy when you see one:

1) Their eyes. There is always something a little intense about a crazy person's eyes. Sometimes they get really narrow, or sometimes they look all wild and animalistic. Sometimes you never even see their eyes.

2) They have a penis. Everyone who has a penis has a string of DNA called crazy in them. I've tried to befriend them, and I do have many friends with a penis, but they are all crazy.

3) When you leave them, you feel bad.

4) They call YOU Crazy.

5) They have substance related-dependency issues.



What are your signs of Crazy?