Does a crazy man know that he's crazy? Does he realize that he is "abnormal" or a "freak?" Or does he just think that he's normal? Are we all crazy in his eyes? What do his eyes see every day? For all you know, right now you're sitting in a padded white room wearing a straightjacket. For all you know, there's a whole panel of doctors, scientists, and psychologists that are devoted solely to figure out what the hell is wrong with your brain. For all I know, it's the same for me. What about that "crazy" guy? The reason's he's spazzing out, jumping all over the place laughing hysterically over seemingly nothing, is because he's looking at the rest of humanity thinking we're all total idiots. Here's my point. We think we're normal. We think we've identified the crazy people and we've got them locked up so they can't hurt themselves or anyone else. So they can't contaminate us. Corrupt us. Give us their disease. But this is what I have to say. WE are the crazy ones. We are the ones that have no clue what's going on. We're the misfits. The "crazy" people are the only normal ones. They're the only ones with a grasp on life. They're the ones that have it all figured out. Go ahead, call me insane. I'm one big freak show. I'm mental, psycho, demented, whatever other word you can think up. Because it's all true. Get this straight. I AM CRAZY. So are you going to fear me too? Are you going to lock me up? No, of course you're not. Because to you, I'm normal. But that's only because you're crazy too.