26th
A couple of years ago, I was watching Girls Interrupted and of course the most resonant line —
Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends and by the ’70s most of them were out living lives. Some I’ve seen, some never again, but there isn’t a day my heart doesn’t find them
I admit, in some vague ambiguous sense, I actually could understand what that meant. But, it isn’t until you saw the things that you shouldn’t have, that you truly experience the confusion of sanity and insanity. I’m starting to wonder if there truly is such a thing anymore. It’s easy to just say we all have a semblance of insanity. We all, from time to time, push the limits too far. But, really? Really? Do we really believe in what we say, or is it simply a hypothetical statement that you hardly even begin to believe. Till you’ve come face to face with insanity, as thin as behind a glass window, listening to its soft random drones that you realize that you might finally have reached you threshold. That you will finally admit that maybe, just maybe, you might need to leave.
Many a times, we choose to ignore the things that we don’t want to see. Subconsciously. Not that there’s a fear of influence, but that you truly believe your existence will exacerbate the problems. So what would you do? Leave. or Stay. Persistence, tenacity and Restrain. Foreign territories.
