Ever thought about how ironic it must be to be "mad". It's a whole bunch of contradictions. Sure many mad men ( or women) are trapped in a hell hole that exists only in their head, in their imagination but to me besides the constraints of their psyche, they are absolutely free. Does anyone ever tell a mad man to stop laughing histerically? Or to stop dancing on the road or on top of a terrace? No one ever does, we make allowances for them, just as we make allowances for children. He's crazy, it's okay if he does that, is what we say. If I start laughing loudly while sitting alone or when everyone is a tad sad, people are just gonna scold me or give me accusatory looks, making me wish the ground would open up and swallow me.
Sometimes I think I should just let the world believe I am mad, I could do exactly as I wished to!