So much of life is about bringing order to (seeming) chaos.
Some of us do better than others, but even the strictist controller has crazyness somewhere.
So, my LJ friends:
Where do you put the crazy?
The deranged mind of everyone’s favourite ne’er-do-well
I pick it all up and shove it into my diet. I’m allowed to be crazy about my diet.
In fact, the crazier I am about my diet, the more weight I lose, and the more people reward me for my craziness.
*beams*
That, and I make fucking insane icons. *points at icon*
Hi, are you new? Have you met me?
I am teh cr@zy!
Some of us do better than others
Isn’t that what LJ is for?
Cheapest therapy group I’ve ever found.
:-p
Well, as I was talking about in my most recent LJ entry, sometimes for me the order IS the crazy.
Otherwise… I’m not quite sure. Some of it is letting myself get super passionate about things other people might think are silly, like budgies and pet rats. Allowing myself to obsess, because it’s in my nature, but obsessing about things that I think are fun and interesting.
Hmm, displacing the crazy sounds like a good idea
I’ve been trying to control everything all this time. For me it’s often all control or all crazy, and rather misbalanced. Putting the crazy to just one place, I kinda like that.
There’s a lot of crazy in my relationship. And in my career (or lack thereof).
For me I let a little bit of the crazy creep in where ever it needs to. So while I try and keep everything together so things just get to be the crazy for a while. Then I try and get back on track with them.
When I have too much crazy, I read trashy gay romance and ignore the crazy.
The sock drawer. It’s right there, next to my manners.
Reading erotic fanfic. Or, rather, reading crazy erotic fanfic.
My crazy is ubiquitous lately. I need a crazy wrangler.
A good start is to cut the crazy people out of your life.
You mean the option exists to compartmentalize and externalize the crazy?
I’m 37 – why has no-one told me before now?
How would one achieve this miraculous condition?
Pshaw. Your katamari is much too small and bland. We think this is all a joke, and there is no external crazy.
My crazy is thickly spread over every facet of my life.
In empty, unwashed peanut butter jars. The plastic, shatterproof kind. That way, the Crazy sticks to the peanut butter remmants, and with the lid sealed tight, the Crazy can’t break out of the jar.
It does, however, sometimes leak back out through the holes I poke in the lid, so it can breathe.
I tend to place it where most people don’t look. It’s like a stealth crazy…everything thing normal until *poof* it’s there, then disappears like it was never there.
Hmmm…that kinda sounds a little schizo doesn’t it.
Oh look a bird ::runs away::
Yes, definitely.
I use the term loosly here – I’m crazy, you’re crazy (and I mean frenzied and dis-ordered).
The actaually crazy? Sympathy and distance, I say.
Oh, and also(from the relationships forum at http://www.arstechica.com, a computer geek i-hq of sorts):
Do not stick your dick in the Crazy.
IN YOUR MOM
BWAAHAHHAHA
(this offensive comment brought to you by the MONDAY CRAZIES)
yeah, pretty much I put it in LJ. Sorry. =)
Three Way Action has a “keep your hands out of the crazy” logo that is pretty neat. (Even though they terminally pissed me off over there)
In my mouth.
You rake, you.
That’s such a delightful word. People need to use it more often. That and knave. 😉