Many people display behaviors that they or other people describe as crazy. “Insane” is used interchangeably with words like “awesome” and “sweet”. Being lacking in sanity is viewed positively in our culture to a certain extent. On the other hand, having a real mental illness such as paranoid schizophrenia is looked down upon and joked about, and people who are genuinely depressed are told to stop being so emo. As a society, we are pathological in how we deal with pathology, trivializing it and degrading it in an effort to distance ourselves from ever having to admit our own very real and damaging craziness. Or we delve into it, embracing the darkness within and letting it overpower our psyches.
But I’m not interested in being insane in either the positive or negative senses in which our culture frames the concept. I am aware of my own psychological quirks and I accept them as part of being human, but when they become hurtful I eliminate them. I don’t need to distance myself from the insanity, nor do I feel drawn to envelop myself in it. I have a perfect insanity.
Maybe I can’t escape human nature. Maybe I can’t change it. But I can purify it.