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Three hundred and sixty two days ago I pondered the possibilities of going crazy. I thought I would let my fingers explore the subject once again and type about it.

So if you were going crazy, would you want to be surrounded by crazy people? Of course you know the saying, “misery loves company,” but does the same apply to insanity? Would an insane person feel more comfortable being around other insane people? Would he relate better to his peers? Would he feel normal? Or if insanity is simply a label we put on others, would the insane person truly be insane because of the incapability of his community to label him?

On the other hand, perhaps the insane person wishes to be far from the rest of the insanity in the world. By placing himself among the normal and sane, he becomes aware of his state. Then, being self aware, he can use the example of others to realize what he must become to remove himself from the state of insanity.

So if I’m insane, will you be too?

If you were slowly going crazy, would you want to know? Perhaps it is more peaceful to be ignorant about being crazy, then alert to the fact. For the sheer knowledge that one is progressively becoming crazy would be enough to actually drive the person crazy; perhaps a different type of crazy, but then the person is progressively becoming two types of crazy and knowing about it like a viewer from the observatory, silent with no way to interfer.

Thus I argue that if one were to progress toward crazy, it is better that he doth not know.

I also argue that it is better to be crazy and think it, than to think it and yet be sane. For the crazy person can be happy in his own domain, yet the sane person is worse off thinking he is crazy until he actually is, and frustrated the whole time over the matter.

Yet I beleive that the worst is in becoming crazy unknowingly, yet with suspicions. Because if the person knows his current state he at least has a chance to come to terms with it. But if the person only suspects that he becomes crazy, then he constantly questions his every action, suspicious of himself, and always dreading the future and the increased insanity it might possibly bring.

I conclude then that the person who only suspects that he grows crazy, will find his suspicisions correct, because he will become the very thing which he suspects, whether through self fulfilment, or through self doubt.