I don’t know if this helps but I am guessing the OP is referring to seeing a lot of pictures like these on Facebook: crazy someecards - Google Search
Pretty good! My wife said when she first met me, I looked very handsome in contrast to the photo.
Spent a long time trying to act like I wasn’t on an emotional rollercoaster, that I wasn’t paranoid, that I wasn’t hearing voices, that the walls and floors weren’t wobbling like gelatin. Spent so much effort trying to be who and how I was supposed to be, in fact, that I never quite got a handle and who and what I really was. On the occasions when who and what I really was overtook me, I didn’t know how to handle it, and neither did anyone else. It caused problems.
While I still don’t much care for who and what I am, I lay my cards on the table as a matter of courtesy if someone is going to have to be associated with me for any length of time. Because sooner or later I’m not going to make sense and they deserve to know why. There will always be someone like Sengoid who assume it’s put out there for attention–fuck 'em if that’s as deeply as they can read someone else. I prefer to give a heads-up to associates who expect predictable behavior, and to signal other closeted crazies that they are not alone and they don’t need to be limited by their malfunctioning brainorgan.
I think folks today can appreciate that attitude. I have never been diagnosed with anyhting but I know I tend to be in an almost manic state. I hid that for years and when I stopped surpressing it I lost a lot of friends. Guess what? I made new ones I like better than the old ones.
During the early/mid-1970’s more and more celebrities were revealing that they were seeing a therapist or psychologist for some reason or another. It got to be something of a celebrity/affluent trend to talk about it on the late-night shows and complain about the exorbitant session bills.
Then there was Tommy, The Who’s 1975 rock opera about a kid who got brainwashed into thinking he was deaf, dumb, and blind and went on to become a pop messiah. Hey! The crazy kid makes good on his craziness!
Steve Martin introduced his Wild and Crazy Guy© routine on Saturday Night Live and took it with him when he went on solo stand-up tours.
In the late 1970’s Pink Floyd was touring with the phenomenal show The Wall and it became a box office smash in 1982. The world got to watch Bob Geldoff portray a rock star losing his sanity before a show.
In 1980/81 Ozzy Osbourne’s first solo album, The Blizzard of Oz hit the airwaves with Crazy Train. That album was followed by Diary of a Madman.
Thereafter, Pop, power-pop, rock, hard rock, metal, heavy metal, and metal variants have seized upon the ‘crazy is good’ theme and ran with it. [Punk, reggae, dance, techno, dance, country, and rap/hip-hop may as well, but I haven’t followed those styles.]
Even Cobain and grunge can be seen as not-so-original variants of ‘I’m not just crazy; specifically, I’m depressed–maybe even suicidal!’
Naturally, fans of the music tend to pick up the musical theme(s). Since this one is found in so many styles, it’s easy to find the theme embraced across many fan bases.
Give it time. As with other pop-media thematic fads, this too shall pass.
–G!
Maybe, it’s not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
…–Ozzy Osbourne
…Crazy Train
…The Blizzard of Oz
Well, I don’t know who or what you are either, except obviously you have excellent taste in music, science fiction, or both. 
As for the big question “Who am I?” that’s always tough for anyone to answer. If it were easy, if you could figure out yourself in one afternoon, you would be a very shallow person…and therefore too shallow to bother figuring yourself out…which means you’d never figure out…which means…ow, paradox!
For what it’s worth, I’ve spent numerous lifetimes (metaphorically speaking) trying to figure myself out and I’m nowhere near the answer. Which I guess is a positive sign. When I see how others act so shallow and selfish and random, even if they’re blessed with riches and friends and toys to play with, I am so glad not to be them. Well…most of the time, that is.
No lie: I have BOC in my car’s music stick, and FireClown on my nightstand. I had to reread your comment several times before I knew what you were on about. Gads I hate shifting between the worlds.
Another reason is to try and break the stigma that one should be ashamed of being “crazy”, that mental illness is somehow a weakness, or something that should be hidden. No, I don’t stand on the street yelling, “I’VE SUFFERED FROM DEPRESSION!!!” But if there’s a discussion, I’ll add my two cents, and speak of my experience. It’s not about being proud of it, it’s about NOT being ashamed of it.
It means FUN-crazy, like people who are out there in a good way. Everyone loves the mad-hatter. Or look at Jack-Sparrow from Pirates of The Carrabean, he may be out there but he is still a cool guy. Honestly, he is way cooler then the wigs/royalty in the first movie
If you live in a big city, there seem to be a lot of people who have a screw loose. It’s like a recognition that people are crazy, and that is actually what is normal, as opposed to feigning normality when everyone deep down is actually crazy on some level
It’s not so much embracing the crazy as trying to pin its arms.
The coolest people out there are a little bit crazy
What does ‘pin its arms’ mean? I have to disagree though, the idea is to embrace your inner insane person. But not like, bat-shit-crazy-insane-psychopath insane, just like the, ‘usual craziness’ of being a human insane.
This is an interesting (and common) perspective. It’s worth noting, however, that sometimes those elements that make people cool are actually pathological. Fun to be around for a while, and absolute torment to be locked in a head with.
+1,000,000
I don’t know if it’s about them actually being a little crazy that is the factor, but what being a little ‘crazy’ does. It makes you unique, it also means you are strong enough to go your own way despite everyone wanting you to be a different way. You lead your own life, and you aren’t going to fake who you truly are for the sake of someone approving of you. Being unaffected by approval/disapproval, being a self-leader, being unique, and just being fun are all pretty cool.
Children are ‘crazy,’ but kids are awesome. We were all kids once, and the people who can keep that inner child and be playful and fun and seeing the adventure in life are people that at least I would like to be around, even if that way of being can seem a little bit ‘out there’ to some. Someone who is very far from mental health is a different story in my opinion, although I think deep down there is a certain amount of that for everyone, so the idea is to not put on a front for the sake of other people who are putting on a front, “we’re all in the same boat so lets be real.”
Buddha David, not sure what you are saying
It’s a joke. Don’t make me kill it.
(I will if I have to. I mean it. I have a hard-boiled egg, and I know how to use it.)
OHHHH, I see what your saying now. I thought you were using a reference that I haven’t come across
This is probably closest to the mark. There are a LOT of people out there who for whatever reason, absolutely have to think of themselves, and by extension have everyone else think they’re special in some way.
They’re hypochondriacs of some kind, or they have special dietary needs,or their bodies or minds just don’t work like the rest of us, and they have to let us know it, because if they don’t, they’re not special, or so they think.
In my experience, the people with actual issues don’t trumpet them or make them an issue; I know a few people with real problems (mental health, physical health, etc…) and they don’t make an issue of it.
+1 = “I agree” ^6
As in, hell YEAH, the “little bit crazy” people are the coolest. (Key word being “little bit.”)