“Crazy”/”Insane”/”Random”


(It’s a picture I took out of a car window. 😀 Woohoo! This photo, like all the others, is mine. I took it. You should not take it. Simple, huh?)

So … hi, guys. I started feeling really bad about not having a post today, and I’m feeling kinda icky, so you’re gonna get a post, but it’s more of a philosophical rant than anything else. If all goes well, I’ll find some way to tie it into writing or something. Yeah.

Let’s talk about the three words I used in the subject of this post. What do you think when you hear those words?

I instantly feel my spine straighten when I hear or read them. My eyes narrow. My fingers twitch. Crazy, you say? Random, you say? O RLY?

If you tell me you are crazy, then I should be able to rightfully assume that you are super-interesting. After all, you wouldn’t be telling me you’re crazy if there wasn’t something really crazy you’ve done or constantly do or something. You’ve got to be interesting. It’s implied in your wording.

Yet, if I read through some stuff you’ve written or whatever, I’m always disappointed to find out you’re pretty much exactly like everyone else I know. This isn’t to say that my friends and acquaintances aren’t interesting–they are. But if you say you’re crazy, then you have to have something that really stands out about you. Yet you’re pretty normal. It takes a lot to be “crazy,” in any sense of the word. Anything you think is pretty strange is actually pretty normal to someone else.

That’s the thing about humans. We all have a lot more in common than we think. You know that really weird thing you did as a kid? Someone else did it, too. In some form or fashion, that super-odd thing you used to do was replicated by someone else who lived nowhere near you that you will probably never meet.

And you will hold it in your heart that something you’ve done is so unique that no one else has ever done it for the rest of your life. Then you see a Facebook page declaring that someone and 80,000 other people have done the exact same thing. Then you feel like you’re part of a group. But that little piece of you dies–you’re not as special as you thought. You’re glad that someone else can connect with your experience, but one day, you’ll realize that that one thing you thought made you special ended the same way for those 80,000 other people.

You’re not special unless you make yourself that way.

Even then, that usually ends up being you trying too hard to be cool. Being special requires you doing your best to be better than everyone else at a specific thing. Nothing else you do will make you truly special. It requires a lot more effort than shouting “SQUIRREL” at 30-minute intervals.

If you have to tell me you are crazy or random or insane, I can almost guarantee you are not. You are not as CuHrAaAaZzYy as you think. It’s obnoxious. I can hear it in your tone. You think you are so crazy. Your friends are always telling you CrAzY you are. But you are not.

I’m not trying to beat you down and tell you that you are not a person. But you aren’t as special as you think. No one is. This isn’t directed at anyone in particular. If you think it’s directed at you, then please do get over yourself. That’s kinda the point of this post.

“Random” people… I’m gonna talk to you specifically for a second. QUIT IT. “Random” is the least random thing there is when it comes to people. You are manufacturing your image by occasionally spouting off something that you know your friends will find strange simply because you want them to do so. You wear a ton of brightly-colored bracelets on your arms? That’s not random. That’s part of your image because it’s something you enjoy and appreciate.

That’s another thing. You don’t have to pretend you like something “ironically” so people will think you’re cool. If you enjoy and appreciate something, then act like it. If people don’t like that you like that, then it’s not your problem. If they don’t want to hang out with you because you occasionally enjoy an episode of [insert children’s television program name here], then it’s not your problem. Find yourself some friends that won’t leave you because you like something they don’t.

I’m sick of people pretending to react a certain way to something when it’s not sincere. Be sincere with others. Be sincere with yourself. Who cares if you listen to the Backstreet Boys or whatever? If you want to listen to them, then listen to them. No one is stopping you but yourself.

Be yourself. You don’t have to announce that you are anything. Just be who and what you are. Don’t manufacture your personality. If you enjoy something your friends find boring or stupid, then just enjoy it. You don’t have to pretend you’re super-wacky all the time. It’s okay to be “normal” for a few minutes. If your friends don’t react well to that, then maybe they just like Fake You better than the real you. And wouldn’t you rather have friends who appreciate who you really are?

Just take a moment … and breathe. Let out your inhibitions, and let everything that is not truly you just … fall away.

Just. Breathe. (Click the link and then spend a few minutes writing about your experience.)

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