Basketcase is the New Black

When I stroll around online, looking for regular people who write well and post the writing online, I'm beginning to notice a pattern. The ones I like the most, that is, the ones that end up sending me back into the archives and reading from the beginning, are the ones that are totally open about being a little bit, or sometimes a lot, batshit crazy. They're funny, but heart-wrenching and serious sometimes, too. Mostly, though, they're literary representations of mental instability, and I love it. It makes me feel more normal. I guess that's the obvious point. Ultimately, it encourages me to be a little more honest, or sometimes a lot, about what happens in my own head when shit gets a little weird.