I am currently surrounded by crazy people. The house across the street has a family of black people who have 5 cars and come and go constantly. Every time I go out into my yard I see them either pull up, drive away or just sit in the car with the engine running for an hour or more. So how many times to they come and go when I’m not looking? Do they buy their potato chips one chip at a time? Where the hell are they going all the time?
My neighbors right next door are renters. They pretty much ignore me completely. If I’m lucky I might make some small talk but otherwise I might not exist. Have they no idea what awesomeness lives right next door?
I can go on and on but I’ll keep it short. Having a crazy President doesn’t help.
I think, perhaps, people are crazy all over. When I was young, I came to the conclusion that people are dumb because they think they are smart. This theory may still have some value. As closed-minded as we have become these days, our ideas are all we have and therefore must be the Truth. (Capital T in truth because when we decide for ourselves that something is true then there can be no other truth no matter what.)
Maybe people are crazy because they are just trying to cope with pointless existence. They are doing the best they can to avoid the monotony of a dreary daily life with nothing to look forward to.
Maybe the observers are the crazy ones. We might think that others are crazy because they don’t conform to the standards of our own truth.
Craziness has exploded in recent years. I think it started around the year 2000. It was at that time when everything special had already been done and oppressive mundanity forced us to go to extremes to make life livable. The internet became a major medium allowing crazy extremism to spread like wildfire until we were all infected. So far, no antidote seems to be available and there’s no doubt that craziness is exponential. I wonder what it will be like in just another ten years. If the aliens don’t come soon then we are sure to destroy ourselves.
I guess I’m not one to lodge complaints about crazy people. My attempts to cope with life has left me as crazy as a soup sandwich. I’m sure my neighbors think I’ve completely lost it. Here’s a guy who runs around naked, showers in his backyard, keeps his house and yard nice, builds TARDISes in his garage, is still a virgin at 49, has no friends, lives alone with a cat, wears short shorts and speedos, drives a Prius and has a lot of money.
Boobity boobity boo! I’m probably crazier than you!