This post was inspired by modelmoms latest entry . The subject here is mental illness vs. crazy.
Last I heard, post traumatic stress syndrome was ranked as a mental illness. Probably for the sake of insurance, but who really cares? What that means to me is that I'm now classified as mentally ill. I prefer crazy.
Now, this is in no way to offend those who love or are stricken with a mental illness. It's serious stuff. I dated a guy who is bi-polar years ago and could see the stress his family lives with. I guess what this is about is those of us who prefer to see life from a diferent perspective.
One of the lines from that tv show 'Designing Women' that still rings true was - "In the south we don't hide our crazy people. In the south you don't ask if there are crazy people in your family. You ask which SIDE they're on!" And, it's true. Sure, what that really means is the eccentrics, but hey - if it walks like a duck.......
For me, I just prefer to see the interesting things that life has to offer. It doesn't work for all things, all the time. But, when I'm in a situation - er, like being forced to drive through a heard of cattle, praying that they don't walk in front of my car or RAM my car - I just ask myself; "don't you feel lucky that at some point you'll have this moment to rank up there with all the other crazy situations you've been in????"
And, trust me, there's been A LOT! Some small - like the memory of watching a grown man do air guitar to Celine Dion (yes, that was in a gay bar!), coming out of a bar in New York and joining a pro-choice rally that happened to spring up, or meeting a guy in an elevater that lead to choice seats at the Eric Clapton concert! Or, what about the time I got really drunk with a friend, broke the lock for the rooftop access door of his building, get out there only to remember that I'm afraid of heights?????
It's really not about taking lemons and making lemonaide. It's seeing things in a Hemmingway light. Now, dude was just plain crazy, but his life is admired by all. It's not so much his adventures, but the gusto that he lived life with. How else would I have felt so confident in calling British men pasty had it not been for that crazy night in Jamaica??? (man, I wish I hadn't chickened out of flying back to England with them!) It's all about how we see the things going on around us and deciding to join in or not. What you call crazy, I call life. You see a scary biker dude looking for his next victim. I see a chance to let the wind blow through my hair and a guy who's gonna show me how he sees life. Where will it lead me? Maybe right back to the very place I started. But, it's all about the ride, baby!
I can honestly say that people have envied my life. The envy stems from the "risks" I've taken. I don't see them as risks, because it's always been about exploring life and the world. Seeing what's around that next bend and seeing where the current takes me from there!
Spending your whole life in the neighborhood you grew up in???? To me THAT'S crazy!







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