Choosing not to be crazy?

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Maybe.  I don't believe in insanity for the most part.  Much as I do not believe possession by evil can be a random event.  While there may be insanity, most things that pass for it aren't it.  And much of what is considered normal is... well... nuts.  The sort of crazy eluded to in the title is the... scratchy itchy sort of reality which is created from not having order.  Perfect order is a fools game.  If sought it will almost certainly not be found.  If found, it will be dreaded.  Chaos is much preferable, though a right blend seems wisest.

Before you go anywhere with that, understand all I am doing is noting where the majority of people and beings of higher orders and even lower orders function.  You can dislike it.  Denying it merely means your idealism or emotions, perhaps both, has or have overloaded your intellectual capacity.  So, just... work with me or I'll open the flood gates.  Again.

So, what I am suggesting, is that I am attempting to bring some order into my life.  Cleanliness, organization, down to foods... and occasional treats.  The right foods, the right medicines, the right amounts...  I can't bring perfect order.  As suggested, at least to my understanding, I would not wish it.  Nor do I enjoy rather sharp chaos.  I do believe one can live right, but without a placement for all things, and yet not without a compass and organization upon which to begin a day, or project, or any aspect of life.  I am attempting to find this.

In the kitchen, for example, I have been cleaning, sorting, tossing, and... more.  I keep finding minor to major issues.  Where to put items.  How to store foods so as to have easy access.  How to make maintenance simpler.  I may have too many items.  Pots, pans, tools, foods, and the rest.  Or I may simply not have things arranged best for the spaces.  Most likely a bit of both.  One of the things I am adding is more shelving.  Though I am also considering how to arrange the shelving.  In one area I am considering two shelves, bungee corded together, and retractable or expandable, to even forming a little nook when expanded.  Allowing access to both sides.  Thing is, I need to measure, and then remove some things in the way.

You might be amazed at what cooking tools I have collected over time.  I am still collecting.  Some were... less than successful.  If some of those have been repurposed.  Others are fantastic, but rarely used.  If that is sometimes simply due to accessibility problems.  I am fixing that.  As well, as things find a place, I am tending to... be able to keep up on things better.  Cycles don't have to be negative, even for the mostly dead, lame, lazy, or what some consider crazy.  I intend to use the positive cyclical in order to multiply upon itself.  I am using the cyclical.

You can choose to live this way or that.  You really can.  You can choose to eat the wrong foods for you.  Or you can choose to find out what foods work, learn how to make those, and then eat that.  You can live roughly.  Or you can begin picking yourself off the floor and figuring out how not to end up on the floor, or at least how to fall less frequently, how to deal with falling more to your advantage, and how to get back up more quickly.  I'll never win this game.  But I shouldn't, by any real honest right, still be playing it.  I may live in a starvation level vexed next to extermination level life, but it's mine.  And I want to make it better.  You can, if I can.  And I am.  So get off your ass.