Is everyone crazy?

Sometimes I wonder if everyone is crazy.

I mean literally: that the majority of human beings are living lives where their minds are just on the other side of a certain threshold, the other side of which is utter nutterdom?

So many people seem to wear masks. Myself, it surprises me what feelings I hide, too. It's so absurd being human, sometimes. One minute you think you like someone, the next you hate their guts, no matter how hard you try to do otherwise!

When you really look at it, what are we, supposedly, as "individuals"? I mean, when we're subject to internal fears, hatreds and similar "uncontrollable" feelings, how can we say that we actually own ourselves?

Emotional reactions are, simply, conditioned responses. They're products of society's expectations and values, not of some kind of intrinsic self. But that begs the question "what is the self?" Am I only me in relation to others? But what is the fantasy me that leads to my being something more with another human being? Why is it that someone else has been able to influence me? Is it that they found my deepest belief systems? My vulnerabilities?

It seems to me that the moment you find out what it is that makes an individual tick is the moment you have absolute control over them.

But like the art of playing poker, the real way is to be unpredictable; certainly when one's an enemy.

One things for sure: I feel confused about someone. So that really means that person is best avoided.

But that gets me back to the same question: is everyone crazy? I mean, do I really want sane? Don't I like the unpredictability of the roller coaster over the merry go round?

I knew that long ago.

So is everyone crazy? Yes, if you look for it.