My aunt used to say that only people who swear they are sane are the ones in need of help...
Once upon a time I was certifiable. I'd have panic attacks, crying jags, I'd gotten so many different ailments that I knew I was dying-I had a pantry shelf devoted to medications.
One day I threw all the medications out. I sought mental help, not physical. I learned that my thinking process had skewed itself and I had to relearn to think.
I ain't crazy(now)...but I don't ever want to be "sane".
I don't adhere to "normal" social behaviors. Case in point: Man friend's wife made some candies. I brought them to work, offered bosslady (who knows man friend) some, stating "his wife made them". She began to say "don't you think this whole thing is a bit wei.....nevermind". Crazy? Nah....Man friend comes to house, I do whatever while he and spouse chat it up, then man friend and I go off to wherever.
Long and short of it is: What some may see as crazy (read: abnormal) behavior seems perfectly fine to the one doing the behaving. As long as no one is breaking the law or harrassing others or talking to flies, who gives a shit? Get contentment where you can.
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.
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