You're Not Crazy (just reality-challenged).

Let's face it, everyone has issues. Your mom, your neighbor, that guy that stands in the intersection and washes your windshield with his spit. People are lonely, afraid, and overstimulated. People are sorrowful, confused, and muddled. People fear losing. On all levels. Losing the respect of their parents. Losing the love that's slipping away. Losing the bet they made with that sniveling shit Steve in the next cubicle.

In our culture, we tend to push, push, push these feelings through the cracks of the floorboards. It's mandatory that you be as spastically happy and stoked about life as you can every goddamn second. We don't sell products. We sell happiness. If you're not buyin', you're laggin' behind.

Well, guess what? Sad ain't bad. There's nothing wrong with feeling miserably, horribly, desperately pitiful sometimes. You probably are. Everyone is. Some more than others.

So, watch a sad movie. Listen to a sad song over and over and over and over. Look at yourself in the mirror and cry. Beat the shit out of your bed with a baseball bat. Stomp around the house whilst cussin' up a storm. Tell your dog how you really feel when he shits on the rug. Put on corpse-paint. While all of this is going on, observe yourself. Goddamn, you're insane.