We’re All A Little Crazy

We all exist in our own personal reality of craziness. Indeed sanity is a less severe form of insanity. But, of course, there are those who throw you into a dilemma as to whether they are crazy or just plain stupid. Case in point, running out of the bathroom naked? What is this exercise intended to achieve? Do you lose points if you get seen? Does the audience get extra marks if you slip and fall? Help? Anyone?

One person’s craziness is another person’s reality. If you’ve lived with someone messy, this is most likely the case. You look at the entire room and it’s an absolute mess, but to this psycho, it represents a safe haven. Bizzare

Gottfried: Do you have any plans of cleaning this room man?

David: No, why?

Gottfried: Well, there’s a rat nibbling what was left of your groceries in a corner for starters…

David: Oh, that’s just Peter, he loves doing that

Gottfried: YOU NAMED THE RAT???

When people go “call me crazy or don’t it look like blah blah is blah blah”. Yes, Felicia, you’re crazy! No! nothing looks like anything you just described. But it does stem from overthinking. Overthinking is the leading cause of unhappiness. You do permutations and combinations up until you hear a loud bang, and that’s a nut gone loose upstairs. From there on out, you’re free! And maybe a little crazy. That need to go out to an open field and SCREAM? Exercise it.

When you’re newly in love, which I describe as another form of foolishness, you are totally oblivious to the crazy. Now you’ve just made a little discovery. She’s a little bit crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage. Before you set me on my way to see my shrink, why did you even bother coming? Hysterical

Gottfried: I don’t appreciate you talking very loudly over the phone.

Her: So you don’t like talking to me?

Gottfried: That’s not what I said

Her: It seems you have a problem with people calling you! So I’m loud?

Gottfried: Yes…


Gottfried: …


When you’re the only sane person, you look like the only insane person. So I hear a loud bang, and trust black people, everybody takes off. People are running in different directions seemingly to save their lives. Everyone but me is running. I’m crouched in a corner, thinking about my next move. Jokes, I can’t actually run, I just crouched there to wait for death. But guess who died and/or got injured? People.

When you’re trying to contain your craziness but the lid keeps popping off. So I stepped on you (by accident), jokes, I one hundred percent saw your leg. But I did the common courtesy thing that our elders taught us and apologized. Now you shoved me in the chest and for the last two minutes, you’ve been asking me to hit you if I’m man enough? Let’s just say the only reason I’m hitting you is to shut your crazy ass up for a bit. Social service.

Here’s one you’ll like to keep in mind. Accept the craziness, life will be a bore without it. Unless of course, it keeps nagging. Then you have no choice but to take it outside…

And shoot it.

Β© Gottfried. All rights reserved.

194 thoughts on “We’re All A Little Crazy

  1. Speaking of which, I have a friend who likes her bed scattered. It gives her deep inspiration. πŸ˜‚

    I’ve found out that crazy is relative. To a crazy person, I’m the crazy one.

    I mean, crazy people walk the streets in rags and think we’re nuts.

    Jokes on all of us.
    Hahaha. πŸ˜‚

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  2. Thank you for choosing to follow my blog. I hope it helps ease some of your craziness, but then again, maybe you’re happy where you are and hopefully where you are is the right place. If not, I hope my blog helps you find it. Anyway, thanks for coming by.

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  3. When the Crazy-ness comes my way, I do like Sonny Terry & Brownie McGee, & I put on my “Walking Shoes” & I just start Walking, and I don’t look back, cause there ain’t nothing I’m leaving behind…It is all out in Front of me man, and I look forward to it, New Friends, New Loves,

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      1. Hey Brother Gottfried, I could step outside my old log house on a dirt road far from town in my pajamas and slippers at 11 degrees outside, and have a ride in ten minutes, that is how faith works bro., that is how I got to the ripe old age of 74, why just today one of my neighbors picked me up and drove me 180 mile round trip, to take care of some business, I bought her lunch, we had a great day together, and they even check in with me every couple of days to see if I am still among the living, they even bring me food to eat, Is this a great world to live in or what? I just try to enjoy every day of the life I have been granted by the Grace of the Great Spirit! Find yourself a copy of “The River Why?” by David James Duncan, and have a great time reading a Great Book, I am on the Last Page……

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  4. Yaaay… Happy new year guy.
    When craze meets craze is the situation of the new found love. Babe’s eyes will soon be opened.
    See the one that keeps hitting you to see what you’ll do, one hot slap sending him to count stars wouldn’t have been a bad idea.
    Lastly, When craze meets craze, small craze will bow.

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  5. Lmao. The conversation between the those two couple on phone was epic. Secondly, that feeling walking out of the bathroom without towels are so relieving. Unfortunately if I do it, some people will be on their hills in my crib🀣🀣🀣

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  6. There are people I can’t live with, I’d literally run mad! What’s with soaking pots to ferment for years just so you’ll be able to wash it, and doing the same to clothes? You don’t want me to breathe??
    And it’s oh so normal for themπŸ€¦πŸ½β€β™€οΈ.

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  7. Running out of the bathroom naked or even walking around the house naked and bending to avoid windowsπŸ˜‚
    Yes, extreme sport.
    You lose points…and some change off your bride price if you get seenπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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