Insanity as a Means. . .

Insanity as a means of actually living one day at a time.

When people say, “you’re crazy,” and that, “you’re the odd of the lot.” Good people, it brings a smile to my face, just to know that such praise is held in my honor.

That. . .knowing that my oddity is what makes you fear me. I beg of you, good sir / ma’am, don’t estrange yourself. For when you say one is crazy or insane, you only scratch the surface of what you could begin to understand.

For you see, insanity is a means of actually living one day at a time. That this makes it all the worthwhile. Especially, when there’s a baseball bat clenched in hand.

When you look at me with your accusing eyes, and taunt me with your belligerent absurdities. Why. . .I shall sit and smile in return. For when I laugh at your misfortune, you become quick to anger. . .call me inhumane, or sick. No, I’m just enjoying what I have, there’s no need to take a drive in the roundabout.

Even as you poke and jab with your wanting intellect, your efforts are all in vain, broken like your spirit. For you see, it’s quite good to be this way after all.

Perhaps. . .one day. . .you’ll see what it means to be, or grasp a hold of. For when you stare your foul look at me, and wonder, “what makes it so much better than my way?” Please excuse me, while I smile back at your thought and laugh.

For you see, insanity is a means of actually living one day at a time. That this makes it all the worthwhile. Especially, when there’s a baseball bat clenched in hand.

It’s all in good fun. All in good time. Everyday is not the same. You should know that your problems, I’m not the one to blame. For if you could just see the better of it all!

You see it’s useless when you jeer at me. Even when you bring friends, because now, you are the oddball in the spotlight. Look at how your friends look at you, judge, and whisper in each others ear.

Now you have caught a mere glimpse of what it was like. To be the judged individual, among peers, and society. . .when all you were doing. . .was being yourself. Yes, now you know that there is nothing better to what you can be, when you let yourself go.

For you now see, insanity is a means of actually living one day at a time. That all this. . .makes it worthwhile. Especially, when there’s a baseball bat clenched in hand, and you’re standing over that son of a bitch that pissed you off.

Author: Sincados

Writer, gamer, foodie, brew enthusiast, and awesome dad. Also likes to make explosions...but not in any particular order.

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