Today in lecture hall, a student offered, “lock all of the crazy people up,” as a solution to preventing mentally ill people from obtaining guns. Oh.
I do, on occasion, lose my mind. That’s my catch-22. My perfect pitch will always be contrast by my crazy. You know, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The first man I ever kissed was a schizophrenic. He wasn’t dangerous, and neither was I.
I wanted to ask that person in lecture hall, “Darling, what is ‘crazy’?”
Is crazy how you drive to work while texting?
Is crazy the look in a wife beater’s eyes?
Is crazy the stammer in the quiet boy’s speech?
Is there a particular pattern to crazy that we might follow?
Why do people draw a parallel between insanity and violence?
I’ve only known one mentally ill person whom the orderlies suspected had a propensity towards violence. Again, he was just misunderstood.
I have never seen a correlation between insanity and violence. I’ve been in two mental institutions. Never have I seen people more scared of their own shadows, or of their own voices. Never have I seen people more scared, beaten, and abused than I’ve seen there. They scream from the pain in their heads, and they’re promptly shoved up against the wall, or held down against a bed and sedated.
I’ll tell you what crazy is: crazy is personal suffering that society doesn’t understand."
written by C; How Do You Take Your Coffee? (series). (via horreure)