I like peanut butter on celery stalks.
I stay up all night and sleep all day.
I love local musicians, no matter how bad they are.
I put ketchup on my hot dogs.
I have a hammock as my primary bed.
Ramen noodles… oh, what can I say?
Eating from canned goods just because… I have a can-opener, but the trip to the microwave is a whole four steps away.
I have not been certified Crazy yet, despite all my efforts.
How are you all doing on this front?
There’s nothing crazy, or even atypical, about any of this. Sorry to disappoint you.
Dammit. I now have to try harder to be un-normal. 
Nothin’ like you. And you are kind of nuts, despite what that other guy said.
Crazy people rarely think they’re crazy. Therefore, if you think you’re crazy, you almost certainly are not.
Nope. My dog says I’m perfectly sane.
No
I am not like you.
I’m not crazy. My mother had me tested.
In college, a buddy and I got stoned one night. We wrote a song called “Everybody’s Crazy But Baby I Don’t Know.” Musically & lyrically it was absolutely terrible.
But according to me and my stoned buddy, you *are *crazy, and so are the rest of us.
But did she follow up with the specialist in Houston?
Everybody, let’s help Cabin_Fever with some suggestions on how to be un-normal!
Put your hot dogs in celery stalks.
Stay up all night and party all winter.
Eat your ramen noodles with local musicians straight from the can.
Put your hammock in your microwave.
Put peanut butter in your soup, and ketchup on your telephone.
Hmmm - even the bad ones can get expensive when used as a condiment.
No, I’m my own brand of crazy.
Although the older I get, the more I have come to see that crazy is the new normal.
Pretty close.
I like peanut butter on celery stalks, regularly.
I put ketchup on my hot dogs.
I sleep on the floor as my primary bed, just a folded blanket for a pad.
Also,
I don’t own a microwave.
I prefer music that is not sung in a language I understand.
No. We saw a woman in Manhattan who told my mother that not getting straight As in junior high school was not a symptom of anything, but I might be stressed out from her expectations, and I also might be slightly depressed from missing my aunt, but depressed is not crazy; maybe I would benefit from counseling. I didn’t find any of this out until I read the letter she sent to our GP when I was in my 20s. All my mother told me at the time was that she said there was nothing wrong with me that would prevent me from getting better grades.