Sometimes........

Sometimes, you kinda have to quit wondering if people think you're crazy. Because, kiddies, let's face it: They all do. Let't just say that we are all crazy inside, that we're all coo coo, and that we're always psychotic. So, loves, just get used to it. Deal with it. We're all odd. I'm just more willing to show it, along with a good percentage of the wondrous deformity we call the Human Race.

Eventually, you're gonna realize something, and it'll be the best thing you will ever realize: It doesn't matter if people think you're crazy (whether you're coo coo or not ain't important), because what really matters is if people think you're sane.

Sanity is a boring thing, my loves. Sanity sucks. So don't be sane. Scramble up a ditch to escape having to walk by that far-too-cheery family, only to realize the ground at the top is too rough between you and the road to cross, slide on your butt down, and saunter past the family listening to Paradichlorobenzene by Kagamine Len with your hood up, a sh*t eating grin, and a few good swings of your hips. Shoot the finger at the teacher's back. Add random people on Facebook sometime. Just don't to permanent damage to yourself. Look when you cross the street, m'kay? And smoke and do drugs if you wanna--just don't expect me to join you. It's not a wondrously intelligent idea and it'll screw up your life, but hey it's your choice loves.

So sometimes you have to head out of the house, hit the beach, and wade through the freezing icy water with your pants rolled up to your knees. Sometimes you just need to play it weird, and walk up the slide barefoot like you did when you really were a kiddie. Sometimes, just head outta the house, go someplace where nobody knows ya and nobody approaches ya, and you'll head home an hour or two later WAY more relaxed than ya did when you left the house.

So that's my advice for ya: Sometimes, it's worth it to play it crazy.