Psychosis is an abnormal condition of the mind according to the standard definition in one of those fancy books with the expensive binding in the library, but I think it’s more normal than not...it’s a condition that results in a startling difficulty in telling what is real and what is not...by that definition we all have psychosis...the real is blurred and whirred, and folded, spindled, and mutilated until it blends into the unreal...it’s life inside of a blender, becoming a banana for a smoothie that changes forms and comes out entirely different than how it went in...life becomes like being drunk and being tipsy as you’re trying to make your way to the bathroom or back to your chair in a bar...with the carnival music playing and swaying and all twisted...the room swirling and spinning like you’re inside of a cement mixer...sometimes one believes in things that are not true, and seeing or hearing things that others can’t see or hear…it might include rambling on and on and on and…...on...and having a pattern of incoherent speech, incomplete sentences and thought processes that add 2+2 and come up with 7 1/2...the best one can do is smirk or laugh or say two words here or there just for their amusement or satisfaction...or maybe it all comes from bemusement at the craziness of it all...the whole damn world is crazy...one afflicted might be displaying behavior that is shockingly inappropriate for the situation...hahahahahaha…
a person with psychosis also may have difficulty sleeping...the ghosts keep appearing and then fading away and reappearing again making sleep impossible...social withdrawal, the motivation to do anything...even daily activities might become difficult...my god, we’re practically all psychotic by these definitions...psychosis can have different causes...the obvious reason would be having a type of mental illness like bipolar disorder or schizophrenia, but sometimes it can be from a total disorgan-i-zation of the psyche...and that can cause intrusions and contusions and anarchy to get inside and spill Coca-Cola all over that precious keyboard in that little mind of ours and cause us to shorten out...oncoming psychosis is like a freight train coming down the tracks...it just keeps beating down on you like a sledgehammer pounding and pounding until your brain fractures and you go off the deep end or the shallow end...and it’s like the end of it all...you just want it to end...reality just twists and bends and everything is like looking in those funhouse mirrors...all of reality is all distorted...except it isn’t fun...and it’s like life is in some cubist painting that you can’t figure out...they say about 3% of people in the U.S.A. develop some type of psychosis at some point in their life say the experts…god, only 3%?...I’d say the people who say that are the ones hallucinating and have no grip on reality and need some heavy duty drugs to try to straighten it all out.
