“You think you know me? Then you weren’t thinking.”
I’ve been called a saint, but I’ve also been called a miserable human being.
Guess who said which to my face?
I’ve been called a good man, but there’s a darkness I live with and keep close that many don’t want to know about.
I’ve been called a good father, but I hope that my children don’t ever inherit the madness I live with.
Some believe I’m sane as they are, thankfully they can’t see the inside of my head, where the chaos thrives.
Some would assume I must be one way or the other, good or bad, but fail to see where two intersect.
There is good, and there is evil, and for those that can’t abide either there is another world that must be created in order to survive.
Many people touch upon this area each and every day, sometimes never realizing it.
Those of us that exist in this space are treated as anomalies, and in many cases will be told that we are playacting, creating a role, and can only be one way or the other.
That’s cute, that others insist that their way is the only way, when many of them don’t understand the madness we embrace, or the chaos that is kept in check by the order we impose on it.
Some understand, and accept it for what it is, a self-imposed condition that rejects and accepts the world as it is, not as we’d have it. The madness in our minds is where we play, while the world outside is where we live.
You think you know me? You have no idea.