But I am the crazy one. What makes someone crazy and how does someone have the ability to discern what is crazy? In One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, the Acutes didn’t seem very crazy, or at least, what we consider crazy. Whenever I think of crazy, I think of someone babbling nonsense and gesticulating wildly…(kind of like our philosophy class jk). The guys in the book just had little glitches, but I wouldn’t lock them away.
Society is so accustomed to a status quo that crazy is used to describe anyone that doesn’t fit into it. I usually stay pretty open-minded to people. It takes a lot to shock me. Whenever there is a story about some woman that snaps and kills her husband, I think, yea I can see that. Does that make me the crazy one?
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