Folded thought of the day:

I found myself in a talkative mood yesterday.  The only problem 
was that I was walking around town by myself.  But this didn't 
stop me.  I just couldn't help it.  So I spent a couple 
hours walking around Greenwich Village having a variety of 
conversations with myself.  Maybe you saw me.  I was fully 
aware of the times I had seen people talking to themselves 
and assuming they were a little less than fully sane.  But if 
you've been venturing Below the Fold for any length of time, 
you already must know by now that being fully sane is one 
thing I won't likely be accused of any time soon.  

What the heck?  If I want to talk to myself and sing and 
laugh what's wrong with that?  Maybe it's a reaction to 
spending too much time communicating with people I never 
see (like you for example).  I mean, if I can talk to 
so many people without ever opening my mouth then it 
makes sense to communicate to myself every once in a 
while in a very audible fashion.  The fact that it was in 
the public arena only makes more sense.  

I'm sure there were plenty of people who looked at 
me and thought I was crazy.  But that's okay, I often 
think the same thing about other people when I see 
some of the things they do which are condoned by 
society but which don't make sense to me.  

Is there a lesson here?  Probably something like not 
worrying about what others think about you.  Just do 
what is in your heart and, as long as you don't hurt 
anybody else, don't let anything stop you. Let them 
think you're crazy, mess with their perception of 
"proper" behavior.  At least that way they'll give 
you more space to do what it is you're doing.