If You’re Crazy And You Know It Grit Your Teeth

right with you guyz

Saskatchewan, Canada is not a good place for folks to lose their mind.

Not if they care about its timely return anyway.

A couple of weeks ago I found myself desperately wading alongside that cracked canoe and shortly after receiving a double surely meaningful grunt coupled with a medicinally flavored glance from my kinda disengaged medical doctor I had the distinct impression that the yellow brick road of sanity could be mine for the walking.

“Not so fast” a jaded nurse informed me during a pre – getting to see Dr. Freud – phone interview. “We’re running super low on mind menders and are swamped with deranged dudes like you so don’t call us, we’ll call you.”

Nurse Normal spilled the burnt beans that it would be at least four months until anyone with a silent p in their job description could be sent out to find me in my mental state.

Until then, she advised, it would be just me duking it out with the damn demons in my head and mayhaps I would stand a better chance of surviving if I could somehow lay off the flammable fluids and smoldering plant material.

You know… in preparation to someday switching to their more socially acceptable brain bending placebo pellets.

Right after the psychic brush-off I felt better knowing that I was on my own when it came to fighting my way out of this life-long wet paper bag. The lack of reservists actually invigorated me.

No pain, no sane. I could live with that.

My next glass of wine exuded a strangely curative bouquet as I began this most recent round of chemotherapy and the hoot I chased it with revealed some deep, shamanic prowess.

Turned a corner I had and this breaking dawn hinted

that this was the road I had been searching for

and it felt good to know that I had a buddy

who had always been there but whom

I had never truly called on for help &

now I fully understood that the

people I would be counting

on were me, myself & I.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Imaginary help is HERE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Man_factor

 

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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  1. 1
    John McNally

    Don’t turn down help if you can get it Barry. Why not keep the alcohol intake, but cut out the plant substances. I find I have more control over my mind with alcohol, anything stronger and I lose it. The yellow brick road is out there somewhere, you just have to find the strength to walk it.

    John
    Leamington Spa, England
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  2. 2
    Barry Williams

    They turned me down John.

    And help is where the heart is. I know what works for me won’t work for everyone on account of we’re not the same.

    Thanks for commenting pal.

    Later, your crazy fiend,

    Ab Normal

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    julie@uk heavy metal toxicity

    I had the distinct impression that the yellow brick road of sanity could be mine for the walking love this quote…how many times have i thought the same thing myself, i prefer alcohol to other stuff as i find i am able to keep my mind with alcohol Barry

  4. 8
    Barry Williams

    Ted Turner is weird.
    Henry Ford was weird.
    Politics is weird.
    My father was weird.
    Pope so-in-so was weird.

    Shites weird and I guess normal is a matter of accepting a certain level of weirdness. Everyone has some level.

  5. 11
    Barry Williams

    Now that I’m taking these fucking Ray Kurzweil pills or whatever the wife has me on, I just don’t feel the same.

    And it looks to me like I’m sitting on the tailgate of something going just in front of my life.

    Uh, is that a good thing?

  6. 13
    Barry Williams

    Life is lived at a certain height.

    If a person can fall without hitting the ground then falling is okay and a person can recover.

    If you ain’t high enough and take a tumble, that rat there is one deadly maneuver. What other folks swoop up from, low dude crashes and burns.

    Its where you at & who made you that matters. Not the turbulence.

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