Theories on Insanity

Some people start by introducing themselves. I consider this a waste of time. You will catch on quickly enough.

People are always wondering what is precisely wrong with me. I could go on for hours on the subject, but what it inevitably comes down to is the fact that everyone has something mindlessly, pointlessly wrong with them. We are all utterly, pointlessly, incredibly fucked up. Your brain is full of bad wiring and rusty connections and so much horrible stuff that it would scare the hell out of you to know the whole of it. I know this because I know a fair bit about people.

I know that normal people are a myth. Normal people with 50's style lives, happy relationships, both parents and normal childhoods, who have no strange beliefs or weird wiring in their heads or the kind of kinks you wish were contained within the depths of 4chan but know are everywhere. Sit in traffic, and I'll guarantee if you look around you there are people around that would believe you to be absolutely insane if they knew anything about you. And there is someone around you about whom you would feel precisely the same way.

There is a reason politics and religion and all that are not merely measured on a scale of intelligence. I have known many bright and retarded people on both sides of the political spectrum. There are brilliant and moronic atheists and religious people. I am not particularly religious myself, being a disciple of Eris and thus considering my religion a sort of hobby rather than a large part of my psychological background. I do not consider religion anything other than an excellent way to argue out the afternoon (which admittedly, I do love doing. I promise you I will do my best to be intelligent, which is more of a guarantee than you can get out of most people. I am for the most parts just fascinated with different points of view.). Your opinions, your life, your politics, your views on religion and whatever the hell else are a sum of all your messed-up experiences on this shit-hole planet that we call Earth, which we are bound and determined to kill before it kills us. I wish for an afterlife if only so that I may see how it ends.

The point is that we are all a bit fucked up. For starters, human brains are made by unskilled workers in potentially volatile and imperfect environments, potentially while exposed to toxic materials, using insufficient or improper building materials, or using improper blueprints because the people responsible for the construction of this new brain are screwed up themselves. It is really not hard to come out of the womb with a brain-related issue. Even assuming you make it out of that unscathed, you have to remember that the rest of you are built on how others deal with you. So, unless everyone else deals with you kindly and you live in a Norman Rockwell painting, you are going to end up messed up sooner or later. Not to mention that if you are not screwed up in the right ways chances are your parents are going to pour a few prescriptions down your throat to fix it. But that is a rant for another time.

The point is every last one of us humans is damaged goods. Broken. In small ways or in big ways. In the end, the only important thing is that you remember this and deal with your world, and the people around you, accordingly. And that is where I start this today.