eisanbt
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I was called crazy recently, and that can be a fun title to throw around. Its a neat defining characteristic to be the "Crazy one" among friends, or so it was to me and is to other friends who think themselves crazy. Why I got this title has to do with how I became who I am, just as anyone else it is though my experiences. I guess mine were a tad off the regular path.
I grew up a country boy, ergo we never paid much mind to hospitals or psychologists as these options weren’t accessible. My crazy friends have joked to each other about being on the same meds as one another and well, this erks me. Am I crazy? Hells no. Are they; I certainly think not. The odd pride that some people carry about them because of their “Handicaps” just...bah.
There are those out there who more adequate fill this title, who’s minds are unable to function in the same reality as most. Am I a tad odd?; I guess. Are these friends of mine odd, yes. But being on a drug is not a valid excuse to call yourself crazy, really I just think its people being weak. I share the same (Well similar) bullshit as these crazy folk, but I was never medicated. I fought through trauma and neuroticism with thought alone, being isolated in the country even meant a lack of peer support. But it just goes to show that its possible and I'd say preferable. Or perhaps I'm just being a self-absorbed ****-hat.
Your mind is who you are. Those who know you are concerned with what’s behind your eyes. When I see a friend or even an acquaintance go on a drug, legal or otherwise, to help them function... I'm bothered. When this **** enters your mind it becomes part of its function just as anything else which in the past that moulded your personality is part of who you are. When you're the one who plays harmonica or who survived that car accident than that is the genuine effector of your personality, that is you. When you add a drug in the mix, when you add that bullshit escape from self-responsibility, that is what you become.
I hate the idea of becoming Prozac or ******* Dope or booze or anything else. My mind is up to me to handle and heal, to-**** with cop-outs.
I grew up a country boy, ergo we never paid much mind to hospitals or psychologists as these options weren’t accessible. My crazy friends have joked to each other about being on the same meds as one another and well, this erks me. Am I crazy? Hells no. Are they; I certainly think not. The odd pride that some people carry about them because of their “Handicaps” just...bah.
There are those out there who more adequate fill this title, who’s minds are unable to function in the same reality as most. Am I a tad odd?; I guess. Are these friends of mine odd, yes. But being on a drug is not a valid excuse to call yourself crazy, really I just think its people being weak. I share the same (Well similar) bullshit as these crazy folk, but I was never medicated. I fought through trauma and neuroticism with thought alone, being isolated in the country even meant a lack of peer support. But it just goes to show that its possible and I'd say preferable. Or perhaps I'm just being a self-absorbed ****-hat.
Your mind is who you are. Those who know you are concerned with what’s behind your eyes. When I see a friend or even an acquaintance go on a drug, legal or otherwise, to help them function... I'm bothered. When this **** enters your mind it becomes part of its function just as anything else which in the past that moulded your personality is part of who you are. When you're the one who plays harmonica or who survived that car accident than that is the genuine effector of your personality, that is you. When you add a drug in the mix, when you add that bullshit escape from self-responsibility, that is what you become.
I hate the idea of becoming Prozac or ******* Dope or booze or anything else. My mind is up to me to handle and heal, to-**** with cop-outs.