An ancient dictum says that when the gods want to destroy someone, they first drive them mad. I’m really curious as to the second thing the gods were willing to do. I mean, what’s worse than being mad? A great many men are mad, and no one knows it, they do not know it themselves. I was told to check my attitude. I did, and it’s still there. It hasn’t gone anywhere.
You’re asking me? I wasn’t mad, but now that you’ve asked me SEVEN times if I’m mad…yes, I’m mad! I am livid! I don’t usually lose my temper. But if I get angry, it’s true, I’m scary to be around. Cause I’ll be smiling and chuckling to myself which are indeed the early symptoms of full-blown madness.
Boundaries of madness. If someone gets mad at you for creating a boundary, consider that a good sign that the boundary was necessary. That awkward moment when someone gets mad at you for clicking a pen, but you have to click it one more time to use it.
To be mad is to care. If I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t get mad at the things you do. So many things can drive you mad as a kid, not only music. Ever make a girl so angry that she skips the anger and goes straight to laughing like a lunatic? You know a girl is mad when she starts off her sentence by saying, “I just find it funny how” because there is a 99.9% chance she did not find it funny.
Madly in love. Unless it’s mad, passionate, or extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time. There are too many things mediocre in life, love shouldn’t be one of them. There are so many times I made you mad, irritated, upset, and tired. Today I just want to say that I’m thinking of continuing. The jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time. Humor is reason gone mad.
Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason. Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at walls all day long. Others are called writers and they pretty much do the same thing. You’re not mad, you’re just a writer. A mad writer. You see craziness is what makes the world go round. Without crazy, there wouldn’t be passion.
Sometimes you have to get angry for things to get done. I pulled a stunt once at a crowded banking hall because they were taking too long to attend to me. After screaming at everyone in the hall, I was escorted to the Managers office and promptly attended to. I had a wide grin on my face as I walked past the crowd on my way out. Madness indeed works! The mad person that knows that they are mad is close to sanity.
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