My Brand of Crazy

We are all nuts. I mean certifiably crazy at times. This is an inescapable reality of the human experience. While there are degrees of crazy, most of us are just highly functional nut-jobs.

Let’s exclude those who are a danger to themselves and others - manic or psychotic criminals, those who suffer from serious mental ailments, Sarah Palin, etc. I don’t wish to make light of serious ailments that people have not control over.

BUT…

Think about your friends, your family, even the events of your own day and it won’t take you long to realize that we are all a little insane. We justify this, but deep down we all feel a bit out of control at times.

First, what is normal?
Second, who says that’s normal? MTV? Hollywood? The Church? Our parents? School? Some pointy headed professor who probably has been divorced five or six times and is not on speaking terms with his children? Get the point?

Human beings are communal animals, and we can help each other, but it’s not because some of us have our shit together and some don’t. At best we hope to stagger the crazy. If I am ok / with it / in control 60% of the time, you are ok 65% of the time, and someone else is ok 55% of the time then chances are good that someone will be strong while the others are struggling. This results in compromise and the birth of a give-and-take relationship.

Booyah!

Life is messy, especially when it deals with people.

Oh, sh*t.

We’re people.

That could get messy.

I guess we’re going to have to learn to deal with it.

Just remember that it is out of the mess of life and relationships that some genuine good moments and blessings arise. The character Mimi from the musical Rent neatly captures this sentiment when she say, “Life’s too short babe, time is a flyin’, I’m looking for baggage that goes with mine.” I love this sentiment.

Welcome to my brand of crazy.