I am thinking Crazy is a perception, just as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I too think crazy is.
It all depends upon where you are in your life.
When I lived in untruths…truth was crazy.
And now that I live in truths, untruths are crazy.
As a child living with a parent who is seeped in falsehoods, speaking the truth is crazy talk and something to get punished for.
You are taught that truth is crazy…whether overtly or by assumption…so you learn that being truthful is how ‘mental’ people speak.
In my experience, those we call mentally challenged are really pretend challenged. They simply cannot pretend away the realness of life. They call it like they see it.
I have a very strong suspicion that there is a huge part missing in the mental health system, and that is the truth of the reality these people come from.
It is insane to me that the detective that was in my home collecting evidence to arrest my father for being a pedophile, says to me, “I hope this will not affect your relationship with him.”
That is insane. You are arresting my father for sexual criminal misconduct with minor girls and are asking me to keep a good relationship with him????
Is it a wonder I didn’t trust the ‘people in charge’ of bringing him to Justice?
So, crazy is a sliding scale and will appear different depending upon the level of awareness and frank truth you live with.
Crazy to me is not seeing the truth or owning your own truth…living in a land of pretending what isn’t so.
I distanced myself from my mother and the siblings that believe like the detective, that sexual criminal misconduct should stand in the way of a good relationship.
Crazy is as crazy does…isn’t that a saying from somewhere.
I guess like love, we all have our own meaning of Crazy.