No, I tell you, it was an ordinary day when things first gave way in my mind. Things were going along just fine, had been for a long time; uneventfully, in fact.
You think that crazy comes on gradually (least I did), that you have time to head it off at the pass, so to speak. Not for me at least. No, not in the least.
I think of crazy people and what comes to mind are like I dunno, gray and fearful, mumbling, twitching bunnies, (though some not so tame).
I’m fumbling for words here…
Ah, what do I know of crazies? I’m talking to myself right now on a computer, seems less strange but it ain’t necessarily so. The doctor says I don’t seem crazy and so there’s none of that *tension*, you know… talking ’bout crazy stuff is just somethin’ we like to chat about now and then.
For instance, did you know crazy people are not strangers to reason. Their reasons just aren’t the norm. Or so I’m told.
Sanity is friends with the empirical I gather. The empirical is just that which can be proven …to a doctor. We’re supposed to agree on what’s “real”.
Tchyeah right.
Why don’t they see the gift it is to flee from reason and the tyranny of consensus? Don’t tread on me. My crazy don’t need a reason. I don’t have no hang-ups or fixations, what have ya…
I don’t need a reason nor some professional validation to accept what I see clearly here before me: this ghost, this inexplicable, ridiculous apparition. I’m not even afraid of it. No, I have to laugh, just from startling when I catch sight of it. Otherwise, there’s not so much to be jolly ’bout at the moment. So I don’t mind the ghost(s) even if you can’t enjoy them.
Yes, there’s more than one.
I know what you’re thinking, it’s what I thought before this, those Hollywood ghosts, those Poe-ish, Gothic ghosts and so forth but no, sorry to disappoint.
This ghost right here appeared sitting in our old rocking chair. But I tell you, and try to imagine this, ha-ha…get this…
it’s just the soul
OF THE CHAIR!
Ain’t that a hoot?
hahahahahaha
And it talks.
hahahahahaha
And what it talks about is so boring!
hahahahahaha
You know, if you could imagine what a chair would know…
hahahahahaha
Well now I know. If you don’t have a sense of humor, then be glad you don’t see (and hear) my ghosts.
Oh, one other thing I found out here, crazy people don’t think they’re crazy.
But I do. Ipso facto, I’m not.
hahahahahaha
Whateva.
Are you comfortable? Would you like a chair? Oop, don’t sit there, not in that one…
hahahahahaha
Oh my goodness what she just said about your ass…
Ahem…let’s leave it there
shall we?
[Author's Note: "Powys' Ghosts" was inspired by the works of John Cowper Powys wherein ordinary things have spirits and lives all their own and communicate with one another, even human spirits.]
Personality is the only permanent thing in life; and if truth, beauty, goodness, and love, are to have permanence they must depend for their permanence not upon some imaginary law in a universe half-created by personality but upon the indestructible nature of personality itself. ~ John Cowper Powys, from “The Complex Vision“