Wild or Crazy

Please excuse the vulgarity for a moment,

Wild or Crazy

I am wild. I am not crazy. There is a difference.

The stupid can’t see the difference, the inhibited deny the difference, and the authorities just don’t give a fuck about the difference — but the difference is everything.

Wild or crazy. At the extremes of sex, drugs, and rock and roll — anything worth doing, really — you’ll find only these two flavors. They are the chocolate and vanilla of passion. The yin and yang of sin.

Wild explores. Crazy escapes.

Wild is beautiful. Crazy is broken.

Wild seeks enlightenment. Crazy seeks annihilation.

Know the difference. Be aware of the difference. Embrace wild, and send crazy packing.

Savor a savage fuck. Sample a heroic dose. Enjoy any raw and filthy moment of human vulnerability your heart desires, but always ask yourself: are you consciously seeking enlightenment or are you seeking to annihilate your consciousness?

If you don’t know the answer, get the fuck out of the room.

If you’re trying to escape, stop what you’re doing. Get help.

If you’re trying to explore, smile with your soul and take every inch of the experience as deeply as you possibly can.

And no matter what, don’t fucking judge — blowing a fat line of cocaine off a rock hard cock in a Vegas bathroom can be just as valid an exploration of consciousness as dropping acid in the desert with a tantric drum circle of naked hippies.

You don’t need to be burning incense for it to qualify as a religious experience.

You don’t even need a god.

All you need is a brain and a battle-cry:

Bitch, be wild. Don’t be crazy.

via Coke Talk – Wild or Crazy.

The line between the two is unimaginably thin, it’s hard to now when you have crossed it.

I have tipped into crazy a great many times.

Usually I guilt trip myself about it, and try to be more pure and normal for awhile.  Now I realize that’s just not me, I am a spaz, I am erratic, I have bad follow through, I act before I think, I talk before I know,  I am capricious, I like doing things that other people think are crazy.  I am emotional, and sometimes I am needy.  That last one is really hard for me.  Needy translates to weak in my book.  I am learning to ask for what I need and be really specific.  ugh I hate asking for help, but I am not superwoman.

Sometimes I think you need to be crazy for a little (hopefully a very little) bit in order to realize how you don’t want to be.  You know, experience it, so you can identify the difference.

And finally, maybe the difference is only made clear by how you process your actions.

It’s all about you baby, love who you are because it is all you really have, and it’s beautiful!  And for some weird reason more beautiful if you love it.

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3 Responses to “Wild or Crazy”

  1. god i love this post. this is something i’ve been thinking about so much since i’ve been traveling. crazy crazy. i have been there. wild though, way more beautiful.

  2. I loved it. Rock on!

  3. I love this.

    This idea of being crazy came up for me earlier this week when I had a good friend tell me her boyfriend (who I already hated before knowing this) slapped her while they were drunk and fighting. I told her “clearly your boyfriend doesn’t know how crazy your friends are”. I spent that night and the whole next day trying to calm myself down – I was having irrational thoughts all displaying the lengths I would go to to threaten this fuck. … For me I’ve learned that crazy can be a resource. Maybe I would be better off if there was a healthy balance between the two but most of the time I never even stop to think of the difference. Most of the time I am just lighter shades of crazy. When my mom got diagnosed with bi-polar I learned to accept this fact more forgivingly. And now, much more lovingly. I’ve learned how to tame my crazy and bring it out in times of need. I embrace my crazy. I love my crazy. We can’t all be birds from the same flock!

    “I don’t know karate, but I know crazy”
    ~James Brown 😉

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