My Family of Loons and Some Other Animals

Title stolen from Gerald Durrell but the loons weren't and these loons are definitely loonier than Durrell's loons.  He wasn't a member of the family but there was the Bee-Hat Man who somehow attached bees on little strings to his hat and there would fly around it.  I don't recall if Durrell explained why the Bee-Hat Man did that.  (Ref:  "My Family and Other Animals" by Gerald Durrell)


Some in the family seem afraid of being certifiably crazy but what's the point when all of us have always been in a cuckoo's nest.  Currently one sister endures her Groundhog Day times on a painfully regular basis in which she creates a world, it becomes real, and there are horrors in it.  After some talking, that subsides but it will return.  She is a lucid, clear, and intelligent woman but still Groundhog Day comes sometimes.

Note: it seems there should be some kind of Groundhog Day alert which could be sent to her, short of actually staying with her, to give her a jog to kick back to review the thinking for a minute.  Surely there's some kind of non-surgical emotional pacemaker.  It's similar to three in the morning, you can't sleep, and the demons come.  Something needs to snap you out of that just the same as she needs to snap out of this.

There is also physical brain trauma underlying this and understanding the effects of such a thing has come hard to the family.  Maybe one of the main things is the person remains a fully-functional person just as he or she was but some mind component evacuated like you cut off an arm or some such.  Some part isn't there but the rest is identical and works as always.  It's a tremendously difficult thing to live with it.


There's low-tech and maybe Groundhog Day is solved by a phone call but it's not predictable and no-one will appreciate phone calls to check-up which many calls inevitably would be.

There's high-tech but that assumes an omnipresent computer and that sucks too.

A dog is kind of an emotional pacemaker but Toots is already there and Groundhog Day comes anyway.

Patronizing her is a seriously bad idea because it didn't make her stupid, it only knocked out some type of process.  It may be difficult to understand if you have not experienced this.  The brain trauma didn't make her crazy since we're all crazy anyway but it did knock out the discretionary circuit so that lets her believe it and that's what eats her.  If she were just making it up, people around her would walk away.


Part of this comes from talking with Cat this morning about horror movies and how I can't watch them because I believe them.  They scare the living hell out of me and one of the worst kind is any which involve people in an insane asylum because it's easy to get me to believe I'm crazy crazy and I'm one of those who should be locked-up.

(Ed:  are we really going to play Who is Crazy?)

Nah, you figure that out while you're trippin' ... or you probably never came back down (larfs).

It appears here at the Rockhouse a whole lot of people are playacting they're not crazy but face it, boobies, you're barking.  All of us are.

It came up a few minutes ago with Yevette and some numerology which leads to conspiratorial thinking but this is more toward running from the reality of a society which has no more direction or management than a bunch of greedy monkeys can give it.  There is no plan, there is no order.

Corks start popping from people's heads around the world over that because there must be order, there must.  The reality is chaos abounds and the world has no greater purpose than the average college frat party.  You can see that with the zillion-dollar yachts and million-dollar parties, etc.  If they don't live like fratboys, what is it??  (larfs)

No, you aren't crazy.  There really isn't any order whatsoever (larfs some more).