I certainly walk that line between sanity and madness, sometimes stumble over it, sometimes lose track of where it is; people do notice, and I make no attempts to conceal it very much anymore. I even jokingly refer to myself as "Crazy Ryan" at work not infrequently.
Generally speaking, it is not a problem for me; many people have come to appreciate me for being different; "eccentric" and "bohemian" are terms others use to describe me, in a not unfriendly way. I speak and act in bizarre ways sometimes, but I am successful and largely functional, at least for now. I have no trouble thinking outside the box; my problem is that I have a hard time thinking in it.
Yeah, my mind is broken in some ways; it also works in some ways that "sane" minds to not seem to be able to. It is a struggle; I can be difficult to deal with sometimes; but that does not mean I have nothing to offer, nothing to be appreciated.
It is important to note, that crazy is not an inherently bad thing. Crazy does not imply violent, or [completely] dysfunctional, or stupid. As I like to say, I'd rather be crazy than stupid. As I also like to say, there's always a method to my madness. Some of the most wonderfully interesting humans I've known can probably be labeled "crazy"; I've met many of them in this place.
In fact, I've realized lately that I seem to be very much drawn to "crazy" people; or, likewise, perhaps I am something of a magnet for them; a "weirdness magnet" was one of my friendly labels in the days of my youth. I don't like humans in general; but "crazy" humans are like rare and wondrous jewels to me.
Good fortune,
- Icarus is crazy like a flying fox...
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Please forgive me if, in the heat of battle, I sometimes forget which side I'm on.