Abecedarium Condition Of Introspection
Have you ever wondered about being crazy?
Well, according to clinical psychologists, if you are going clinically bat s#!+, the likelihood that you would realize it, would be slim. The mere fact that you think that you might be a few tootsie rolls short of a cheesecake, is a plausible indicator that you aren’t.
That being said, if you noticed that having a conversation with Abraham Lincoln in your living room while two space aliens serve you biscuits and tea; is a bit odd. Then that whole statement above kinda flies out the window. Given the fact that you don’t suffer from schizophrenia, have brain damage, or a number of other conditions that haven’t just popped up.
This kind of observation is somewhat similar to dreaming. Not clinically of course. Well, not to my knowledge. But the general overview of thinking a dream is real, mirrors pretty closely. Yes, we sometimes realize that a dream is going on when we are sleeping. But most of the time, we have no clue. And if we aren’t keeping track of them, we forget that they ever happened.
This makes me wonder about a person being mentally coocoo-pants. If they believe that whatever hallucinations (audio, visual, tactile, oratory, etc) they are experiencing are real, could it be possible for them to not only know they aren’t real, but to actually gain control over them?
Now, the truth of the matter? It is actually a four way intersection with knowing that one is all flying gerbils in lederhosen. Some know they are nuts, some don’t, some suspect, and some misattribute.
Whatever the condition, ailment, or trauma. Figuring it out by yourself or with the help from others, is the first step in finding a possible cure. Or at the least, definite answers.
I personally enjoy the conversations with Abe. He never seems to believe me when I point out that he has candy cane crumbs in his beard whiskers. But the ginseng tea is perfect. Do people normally eat biscuits with that kind of tea? Abe is as clueless as I am. They kinda start tasting like stale saltines after a while.
To answer your question. Yes, and no. I am only crazy if one were to categorize my mental state as being abnormal to their own. But considering the state of affairs in modern times, I can also be classified as creatively eccentric. Ever have a diagnosed crazy person point at you and call you banana pants loony? Food for thought.
Just because (most of the time) one remembers to take their medication, doesn’t mean they can’t have fun making fun of themselves.
It is a blessing in knowing one is crazy. Kinda cuts all the red tape and proves that reality can be a wonderland of entertainment. Unless your hallucinations are the bad kind. Then they can go f’ themselves.
Did you know that the original 1800’s meaning of “Pop goes the weasel” is in direct reference to pawning your coat?
Abe thinks I am full of $#i+ on that nugget. Which is pretty funny since he was alive when the phrase was popular… I don’t think he realizes that he is just a figment of my imagination. Either that, or I can actually see dead people. Which opens up a whole new can of worms I don’t even want to think about…
You see?! If you didn’t know you were talking to hallucinations, how would you know what was real and what wasn’t?
Yes, melting tootsie rolls in cheesecake batter is a thing. It is right?
“Does it truly matter? You would eat a cake made of cheese if given a chance. No judgment though. We’re all mad here.”
Abe is no help.
