Hooray! It’s time for another Ask Josh thing again! If you’re new and don’t know what this “Ask Josh” segment is, check out the Ask Josh page for more details. Send those questions in so I keep having things to talk about. It’s only a matter of time before I run out of nonsensical stories about my childhood or awkward convenience store situations. Then I’ll pretty much be forced to talk about my love of quesadillas, fine furs and creepy internet stalking tendencies in every post and my blog gets no hits as it is.
Anyways, here’s the thing:
What is insanity? Is it merely what is different to you? Some people think I’m quite insane, while others would call me normal. I also think some people are insane but, there are people that would argue those people are actually sane. So my question is does insanity actually exist? Or is it just another term for a group of people to sling at another group of people?
I hear you, man. I’ve stumbled across a video recently that makes me question what insanity actually is. It’s a video of Charles Manson answering a question in an interview. Take a peek:
Now, some may say that this guy is fucking insane. I’m not quite sure about that. Aside from being a huge ladies man, he may also be the biggest comedic genius of our time. He makes all the facial expressions of a cartoon bear and for my money there’s nothing more entertaining or hilarious than fake bears in human clothing getting into high jinks.
Insanity really is subjective. For instance, I think every single person on this planet is insane, including myself. Now, I would also like to note that my particular brand of insanity is way better than anybody else’s. It’s a creative and hilarious type of insanity that nobody gets because they’re all insane in a mean, bitter and ignorant way. I’ll give you an example. Sometimes when I’m having a calm and pleasant conversation with someone I’ll just scream “fuck you” in the middle of their sentence. To me, it’s hilarious and probably the highest form of comedy humans are capable of. Then they get angry about it and try to make me apologize, to which I respond “I like crabapples”. Am I insane? Of course, but only in the most awesome and entertaining way possible.
I also want to mention that women have a brand of insanity that is completely different from other people. Their brand of insanity consists of acting like whores and banging around with everyone except me. Then when I bring this up and try to “get me some” they immediately start screaming ridiculous things like “help”, “police” and “physically disgusting”. In a totally unrelated note, their brand of insanity also makes my every interaction with them completely awkward. Nobody knows how to curb women’s insanity and that’s probably why date rape drugs are so popular. Then when the date raper gets caught he’s immediately branded with some type of negative insanity, but if it wasn’t for the woman’s insanity he wouldn’t be in that situation. Another great human injustice brought to life by yours truly. I’m really like a philosopher, except way better. A philjoshopher, if you will.