Now, if they say crazy people are generally the last to know they’re crazy, yet a “crazy” person typically thinks they’re the only normal one and the rest of the world is crazy…then perhaps…normal is indeed craziness and what is considered craziness is truly normalcy – in thinking and living. In being. Then I confess, I’m crazy. The craziest quack on the planet. Because right now, I don’t get anybody. I think every single person around me is kinda nutty. A bunch of unstable and frustrated Cracker Jacks…nah’mean?
And the shitty part is there’s no fucking prize. Just an unpredictable negative surprise that reveals itself in time. So until the next time…
No normal people need apply.
Step aside or get in line. Sign says I’m closed outside.