... is too crazy?
I mean sure there is "zaney", "nutty" and "whacky". But there are kinds of "crazy". All the way from "he always makes me laugh" crazy to "then the psycho kidnapped me and I wake up in Tahiti wearing nothing but a grass thong" crazy.
And I think we all need a little "crazy" in our lives. We need to do the occassional "crazy" thing. Hell Pika and I have done a thing or two in our time that could be considered "crazy". But we never got indicted. Arrested? Um, well once or twice. But never indicted.
And thus is the crux of my meandering: how crazy is too crazy? I mean for example: making faces at other people's kids on the road. Crazy? Maybe. Acting like you didn't make faces when the parent looks and the repeating until the child is beat. Too crazy? Uhhh .... borderline.
And there are a whole host of scenarios. Staging mock protests with rented chickens. Dropping 500 paper helicopters from a the top of a building during lunch. Supergluing classmates to desks. Running down the street naked singing the Star Spangled Banner. Getting your freak on in your boss's office on his desk. Waiting in a dark alley and throwing angry cats at strangers while you steal thier wallets. Riding up and down in the elevators all day pretending to be the operator and intentionally leaving people on the wrong floors and then refusing to let them back on the elevator because it is an "outie" and not an "innie".
There are almost as many types of crazy as there are crazy people. So how do you know when you have crossed from "garden variety, boys will be boys crazy" to "feature segment on Geraldo at Large crazy"? The line is a thin and fuzzy one.
This is why I hereby officially propose there be a Council of Crazy. A governing body to issue licenses to crazy people. That way we can regulate and standardize the degrees of crazy. Those acting crazy without a license will be summarily punished to watch 1000 hours of My Favorite Martian, played backwards while hanging upside down and eating cherry flavored cow turds.
Think about this baffling situation the next time you find yourself with a weasel in one hand and a road flair in the other while you are ordering a Dairy Queen Blizzard in the drive thru lane and listening to NPR, comtemplating doing something crazy. And if you aren't sure if it is "too" crazy, then just stick to zaney. And leave crazy to the professionals.
Prophet out.