The Madness of being Sane!

I see the people in the queue behind me making hidden gestures to each other; the raised eyebrows; the ‘nudge, nudge, wink, wink, look at that’, type of expression upon their faces. Undoubtedly much in the same way that the young, checkout girl does, as she scans the fifteenth packet of cheesy puffs and battles with the sixth, family sized tub of ‘raspberry ripple’ in my trolley. No ‘sensible’ foods for me! Oh no! None of the dullness of having to trawl endless aisles, pondering which apples look the greenest, which oranges appear the least bruised. And which vegetables will go with the meat I am preparing on Sunday. Dull, dull, dull!
Because the wonderful thing about being where I ‘am’ is that you tend to see life from another point of view. ‘Officials’ call it insanity. I call it bliss! The joy of not having to act like a responsible adult and account to others for your actions. Not being the frumpy mother in the playground, discussing the best ways of cooking Lamb Chops for, ‘him indoors’. Women married to men that they can barely look at, let alone love!
Men married to women who do little but nag them and keep them under control, obeying ‘marital orders’. Little more than an ‘army’ of the so called, ‘happy people’.
But you see, my friends, I know this not to be true! I know that true happiness, comes from having complete and total freedom of speech and mind. Having freedom of the heart and soul. And from freedom of not giving a damn if you have a fridge full of cheese and nothing else! (And there are plenty of creative ways of cooking cheese!)
True freedom comes from being allowed to express oneself as one chooses to do so; whether it be wearing one purple sock and one green one; yes, even over your pyjamas as you pad off to the local shops on a Saturday morning. This thing called, ‘conformity’? It sucks!
They talk about, ‘losing battles’ and ‘swimming against the tide’. But you know what? Swimming against the tide can morph us into the most wonderful of lateral thinkers and take us to places that others would never dare to tread! And if discussing lamb chops and buying sensible food is what the ‘sane’ people do, I’d rather stay right where I am! Bring on the odd socks!