I think a lot of people around me are crazy. At school, at home, at work. The people around me are straight up insane sometimes. But that’s probably because I’m crazy too, and I chose to surround myself with similar people. Probably, right?
It’s nice to be crazy in a group of likewise cuckoo people. It feels freeing, right? It makes you feel like a kid, like a goof, happy, excited, all those bright emotions. But it sucks to be surrounded by insane people when you’re being right minded.
For instance, my old manager at work was crazy. She had this very plastic smile (very similar to the Big Nurse actually…) and was super passive aggressive and I think she was probably a robot. Heartless, soulless, the whole thing. Think I’m being mean? Oh, I wish you could meet her. You’d see.
Like this one time, an employee who had been working there for three years quit and sent her this hilariously mean and true text message about how terrible she was and unprofessional and oozed fake-ness and was the least genuine person he had ever met. And she comes in for her shift half an hour after he sent it with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on her face. It looked painful, I’m not kidding. And she squeezed out a very high pitched “HeeeeelloooooOOO” at me and my coworker. Wondering if we knew what had happened, trying to evaluate the situation and see if she could keep herself from being screwed over. Eh. It still gives me the shivers.
When the people around you are like that crazy manager or Nurse Ratched or any wrong type of insane authority like that, it’s the worst. It’s enough to drive YOU crazy. But when you’re surrounded by people at the same level of fun crazy as you (like all the patients on the ward), oh well, it’s just the bees knees.
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