A few weeks ago, I had an enlightening conversation with a friend who is going through a divorce. Enlightening in the sense that we were able to connect...connect in our grief and mourning over the loss of a life, a life that we had grown to love and desire, outside of the waning relationship.
At the end of the conversation, he said it was nice to know that he wasn't crazy. His comment has given me quite a bit of food for thought...who and what determines what is crazy and what isn't? And is there a spectrum of crazy, and if so, what does that look like? Every time I hear 'crazy,' I think about another word that I've been called on more than one occasion - 'different.' What makes me different and why is that so? Even if it's misinterpreted from the originator's point of view, why would anyone desire to be called such? Why not 'original' or 'unique'? 'Different' makes me sound like I have two horns on my head. Better to be 'different' than a carbon copy, though, don't you think?
I am complicated; I am complex. I am crazy; I am different. I am not easy; I am not simple. I am not (always) balanced; I am not the same. I am me.
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