So, I've always had this thing with... or maybe it's for "crazy" people. For asylums. I was gonna say something along the lines of, "don't get me wrong", but you can't get me wrong, I mean exactly that. Because by thing.. I don't mean fetish or things of the sort, but it is more than one emotion at a time. I feel happy. Partly because I know that they don't see the world like other, or most, people do which is probably the reason they were dubbed crazy or insane. Happy because some of these people achieve what many of the others fail to do. They live within the rest of the world. Living by their rules, or at least not getting caught. I also get partly jealous... because even though in asylums there may be sociopaths, murderers and whatnot, I feel like it's like grouping some of the most brilliant, creative people in an area and letting them feed off of each other. (Not feed like a zombie but Feed intellectually or experiential-ly...)
I really want to go to an asylum inmy lifetime.. For now, I don't know if I want to be committed or simply help out there or something.
At least I know this much... for now I guess... I LOVE THE CRAZIES
