I love feeling crazy. My first love, that horrible and bewitching first encounter with my heart strings that left me broken and scared made me fear ever enjoying my time by myself, told me I was crazy and psycho and a bitch and I was so afraid I’d be alone forever because I thought he could only speak the truth.
But as I drive along with the windows down, my power music blasting, the feeling of my hair whipping back and forth in the wind, my hands orchestrating the energy I feel in every sound, I can’t help but be captivated by the feeling.
I love laughing by myself because I feel happy or just plain grateful to be alive.
I love feeling dangerous and predatory as I glide across the street, be it walking, skipping, or driving.
I love dancing to my iPod in the middle of campus as passersby state and wonder what I could be so happy about.
I love yelling in victory as I leave my astronomy final that kicked my ass. (I passed that by the way and it felt GREAT).
I love wearing whatever I want because I don’t care if my socks match or my hair looks a little bit like a rat’s nest.
I love that my roots have grown out so much that people think I’ve died my hair again.
I love that I bite my cuticles down to the nubs because it gives me something to do when I’m waiting and I kind of like the way red fingertips look as I drag them across my art.
I love writing about my feelings because it helps me understand myself and it helps me communicate them later.
I love pulling a book out in public as everyone else scrolls across their electronic screens because old things aren’t always bad things and reading is never a bad thing.
I love jabbering away with people in elevators and doctor’s offices because I’ll never see them again and what’s better than having a meaningful conversation with a stranger?
I love feeling free and alive and I love having a good time and if that makes me look crazy as I dance my ass off in my car in traffic I don’t care because I think it matters more to me that I smile every moment of everyday than if you think I’m crazy or not. Because I’d rather be crazy and happy than normal and complacent. Because complacency to me is the worst sin. Embracing it is a nightmare in daylight.