Thoughts on Being Insane

Wouldn't life be so much easier if we were insane?

Think about it. You would have all the basic necessities provided free of charge, without the guilt of having to commit a crime to get them. (Plus, prisoners don't get to leave whenever they want on good behaviour. Well, maybe...)

You could scream whenever you want, and wouldn't have to worry about what other people think of you. After all, the only reason we don't do such things now is a fear that other people will think us crazy, and if we actually want to look crazy, then what is holding us back?

You could run away from all your problems. Instead of worrying about which of your relatives needs to be pleased or which of your friends don't talk to you anymore, you would leave that entire life, with all its useless, torturous social structure behind. Who needs social rank anyways?

Is the world too painful? Create a fantasy world in your head to live in, where everything can be exactly as you would like it to be. It generally takes a little while, but eventually, you won't be able to tell the difference between reality and fantasy. And from that point on, everything will finally be right in the world. No miscarriages of justice, no surprises: just perfection.

As they say, there is a fine line between genius and insanity. There aren't many lines finer. If you can't get that 4.0, get the next best thing: a straight jacket. All that time locked up with nothing to do is bound to get that brain some exercise.

I must admit, it's very tempting. It would be even more tempting if society still gave respect to the insane for being honoured of the gods. Can't have everything. On the other hand, being insane would mean not caring what society thinks, because in your mind, society wouldn't exist. Hmmm.....


"[garbled nonsensical yelling]" (Homer Simpson)