Going Crazy?

Has anyone ever really 'snapped' and gone crazy? I don't think so. Going crazy is a drawn out and somewhat silent process. It works into your neurological system very slowly. Things may seem weird at first. You may say things like, I need sleep, or boy I need a vacation, I could use a beer. Maybe you start speaking like Bill Cosby, "Snazzle Frap-a dap, you see?" But these should be warning signals to your self that something is amiss and ammassing deep within your soul. Problem is, you're already going nuts so the signals are misinterpreted.

Lack of sleep, lack of money, constant work, and the smell of diapers have me and the family on edge.

We are watching a program on Discovery Channel "Out of the Wild", about 9 (now 5) ordinary Americans that must travel through Alaska, hunting for their own food and surviving the conditions of an Alaskan Winter. In this scenario sure survival is a 24 hour task. In 'civilized' camoflouge survival is less obvious. Things we 'need' for survival are deemed a pain in the ass and a chore. The simple truth is that I wish survival was more in tune with actual survival and less with monetary advantage.

I'd much rather spend a day building shelter for a family than go through 401K fund selections. I'd much rather track my dinner with a weapon than pick up dog shit in the yard. It's these types of thoughts that frustrate me.

Snazzle Frap-a-dap!