Mental Health Monday: You're Crazy.

I have a friend who is ever so fond of telling me "You're crazy!!". I think he's joking when he says this, but I've started to wonder if in fact I'm not playing with a full deck. Example: I'm actually considering watching Jon & Kate Plus Eight tonight. I know - pack me off to the funny farm now, right? Any sane person ditched that show long ago, but me? I somehow enjoy the torture of watching this completely scripted TLC cross-marketing vehicle being pawned off as "reality" television. I always end up feeling icky after watching it, like I need a shower, so maybe tonight I'll pass. That show is kind of like eating that second piece of chocolate cake. Seems like a good idea at the time, and you may even enjoy it as you eat it, but afterwards you feel gross and you think to yourself "I should know better!".

Anyway, back to my mental health. I don't think I'm crazy. I actually think I'm the sanest person I know. Considering the direction my life has taken me, and how I've managed to somehow keep it together, hold down a job, be a reasonable human being, and remember to put pants on in the morning, I'm doing okay. How do I do it? I try to keep a sense of humour. I use this site as my outlet to express how I'm feeling about pretty much everything. I am real with people, and I don't have time for bullshit. I try my hardest to remember that most people are doing their best, and the person driving the red Subaru hatchback at work who always parks too close to my driver side door making it damn near impossible to get into my car is not doing it to be a jerk, this person is just a really bad driver.

I also think the fact that I'm able to question my sanity probably means I'm not crazy. Do crazy people have the capacity to analyze whether or not they are nuts? Let me know as I'm using this point as a key argument to uphold the greenlight status of my sanity. Did Britney know she was bananas when she started dating the paparazzi and flashing her business? Does Lindsay Lohan know that she is well short of a dozen? And why am I name dropping Britney and Lindsay Lohan like they are my gal pals? Am I too comfortable with feces? Why is it that I don't get upset when I get peed on? Perhaps a trip to the funny farm is in order. Especially if I can get some sleep there!