The Craziness of It All

Orchids from the Orchid Exhibit @ Botanic Gardens

Lately I've come to conclusion that no one can talk to me about love unless they have been marred for 50 PLUS years.

This thinking has been generated through observations and listening to others in my family who have been divorced, are going through one or are considering one. One of the things I have noticed has been... the men in my family choosing bi-polar chics or chics with bi-polar traits as their wives.

As I listen to situations of my relatives, from every angle possible, I can't help but wonder what attracted them to such females in the first place. I also wonder... are we (the family) being too rash in using the term "bi-polar" to describe these wayward females, because the term does seem more convenient and easily acceptable in today's society?

Honestly, in light of some things that I've experienced or witnessed I'm realizing everyone in this world is messed up in their own way and is hurting deep within. 

...Well it seems like it.

How messed up can a man be to threaten his children lives to spite his wife and eventually drowning them in a tub, but too chicken to kill himself afterwards? (thinking of the man from Silver Spring, MD who killed his kids in a Baltimore Hotel)

How messed up can a grown woman be to not want to come to the aid of her mom, who has Alzheimer's, because of how she treated you when you were growing up? (thinking of a distant cousin here)

Sometimes I think of Seal's "Crazy" song and even quote some of the lyrics

"We're never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy."

Yet, how "crazy" is too crazy? Is being crazy the only way to survive this life?

Imagine the great force of things (positive or negative) when defense mechanisms are unmasked.

WOW!

To think...some folks think I'm crazy because I hate and most of the time don't wear a coat in the winter, I do the same with stockings, wear high heels all the time, will bus out with the "Spider Pig" song at any given moment and will mix anything in a bowl like cabbage, rice, a cheese egg and scrambled salmon.

Some might even call me crazy cause I had a slight breakdown a few years back. They called Brandy and Mariah Carey "crazy" when they had theirs and not wanting to understand that it was just as simple as self-inflicted exhaustion.

When did this world get to be so over baring causing all these "bi-polar" or depression disorders and almost making it hip to be declared such? Think: Bobby Brown trying to use bi-polar as an excuse to escape a marijuana charge a few years back.

I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this post. Just that my mind has been wondering lately about all this bi-polar talk amongst my family, friends and society.

So really... is it "safe" to say that EVERYONE walking this earth needs some kind of mood stabilizer just to make it through the day?  Would this world function a lot better with everyone taking "the happy pill"?

Granted, bi-polar disorder is a serious issue as the ramifications from it can be devastating.  Still maybe this term is just a little convenient to use, especially if no one understands "the strange and abnormal," of even if the "strange" doesn't want to help themselves to be seen in another light - if that makes any sense...