Lately, I have all of these random ideas popping up in my head of things to do that would instantly change peoples’ impressions of me and possibly make them think I was insane.
I mean, what would happen if, instead of folding that shirt at work like I was supposed to, I took a pair of scissors…
This reminds me of a Bill Burr sketch: Drive straight, go to the office party… ten degrees to the right, become homicidal maniac and run over a crowd of people. Normalcy, notoriety. Ten degrees.
In high school I would occasionally obsess over the distinction between sanity and insanity. Don Quixote, Ten Days in a Madhouse. Erroneous involuntary committals. Those who hear God telling them to kill people. Those who think they are God. The “crazy” obsessed Japanese inventor of the blue laser. The paranoid. The government projects that justify paranoia (Wiretapping & MK-Ultra anyone?). ∴ There are no convenient buckets.
