posted on Sep, 9 2017 @ 05:47 AM
It's not easy being normal. Overlooking the fact that it's overrated, finding some semblance of normalcy in a world riddled with
various bouts of perpetual insanity is near impossible. We all just have to embrace our crazy. Some of us are scary-crazy, some of us are funny-crazy
and some of us are simply crazy-crazy. Where exactly do you fall? Are you're the kind of crazy who puts safety last. While everyone else is looking
before they leap, are you're already leaping again? Can you let go of people , or objects? Or animals? Or anything? Can you keep your nerves steady
in any situation that isn't absolutely stable? Do you shift in moods as though you're shifting gears in a race car? Do you honestly believe that
you can handle anything, do you plunge yourself into danger at every turn, whether it's emotional danger or physical, or you are just very prepared
person? Are you a loose canon? Do you find yourself just perfect? Does this sounds like a rhetorical question? Do you see as perfection the obsession
over minute details? Are you a perfectionist when it comes to perfecting, an obsessor when it comes to obsessing and a maniac when it comes to...
being maniacal? Are you on the fence about everything that you've essentially give yourself a split personality? is it true that while it might have
once been about having trouble making up your mind, your problem is now about making up your mind over which of your several minds you plan on using
any given day? Does everything you experience over is usually aimless and done without any genuine purpose — other than an excuse to smash and
squeeze little things? Do you have an optimistic delusion? Do you see the best in everything, assume the best of everyone and are confident than
nothing will ever go wrong? Do you feel you don't only live outside the box, you live about a few thousand miles away from the box? Are you strange
and looking dangerous? Do you look scary, intimidating? Not only intimidating, right away frightening! Does people can feel it radiating off of you
like flies over a picnic garbage and run away in instance of your arrival? Are you a cold, genius crazy? Do you lack an emotional apparatus in your
soul? Are you feeling you are just a visitor here? Like you can go away and you're welcome to come back any time you'd like. Is your craziness
isn't capable of even being labelled because you're so lost in constant delusion that it's almost impossible to target your crazy? But, no! Do not
tell me, right away. Secrets are secrets, and schizos are never alone!
Grulrlg... Go-lum...