Crazy is as Crazy does.

Sometimes I take for granted the fact that I have always known who I am and what I wanted to do.  I've been called "crazy" for as long as I can remember, and people always used it as a term of endearment.  I've always accepted it with a smile.  The time I spent kinda confused about who I was, from 2008-2010, was the only time I heard it very seldom. Now that I'm back in the saddle, being me and enjoying me to the fullest, the phrase rears its pretty little head.  And that's cool.  One's crazy is another's genius.

I've always known what I wanted to be.  Of course, that was not pinned down to any "one" thing.  But of the laundry list, the number one thing I knew was that I was going to be a writer. Since early elementary school, I would rip up a kid's paper if they copied off my story or drawing in class because my creativity and self-expression were very important to me. I would go overboard on my writing assignments, writing extra small so I could fit as much in the parameters given.  I journaled something serious, which allowed my brother to know all my business whenever he could get a hold of my notebooks.  I knew that my self-expression was something special, that my voice was one that needed to be heard, that my thoughts and perspective were important and world changing.

Speaking of, I have wanted to take over the world as early as middle school.  In high school, my dreams became very serious.  I remember getting Iconoclast as a vocabulary word in 9th grade (Gifted English, loved that teacher), and my friends laughing because they knew that was me.  I have always been someone who wanted to make changes politically and socially, tear down the old ways, rebuild it my way. (The momo manifesto is coming...).  So I adopted that one.  That same week, Megalomania was on the list.  The joke was that I "thought" I was an iconoclast, but was really a megalomaniac.  It went right along with me being "crazy," having the delusions of power and inflated self-esteem.  (I've rarely had a self-confidence issue.) And that was cool, too.  So I adopted that.

So I'm the one making the changes in the world, but I have delusions of power and inflated self-esteem.  Who better to make the changes?  I don't see someone who thinks small of themselves making changes.  I know exactly what I was born to do, and I'm doing it. I guess that makes me crazy.  Crazy is determined by whoever runs the asylum.  Is that you?  Because from where I'm standing, not being me is the craziest thing I could ever be.

World Takeover, Take 6. Action!