[I:http://www.uniquearticlewizard.com/extras/pics/bowzerimage7.jpg] There are three interesting definitions for the word crazy. One definition that is stated is mentally unbalanced. If I knew anybody that was mentally balanced I would have them tell me about this.
Another definition in the dictionary is…immoderately fond of something. I have been immoderately fond of the martial arts since Noah went skinny dipping. Don’t tell anybody, but I actually went to karate class on the night of my wedding!
The third definition is…extremely impractical. Try telling that to the fellow who signs my paychecks! Or, if you want to get a little tragic, just look at our government.
So what the heck is crazy? Obviously, we could have a crazy discussion concerning this. So let me give you a few examples and hone in on what, beyond the fancy words, it really is.
Crazy is sitting around talking about dismembering the human body. What normal, well balanced person would ever do that? Why, nobody, especially a guy in a karate class, would..uh, never mind.
Crazy is the outlaw biker who studied the martial arts who told me the purpose of a single finger strike to the eye is not merely to deflate the eyeball but, by angling the finger correctly, to insert the finger and pop out the eyeball. He said one is then supposed to chase the rolling eyeball and step on it in full view of the victim. I didn’t ask him how a person missing an eyeball could be considered to have a full view of things.
Crazy are the movies where the fighter decides to kill himself and delivers a karate strike to his own body and dies. I mean, I understand committing ritual suicide, as done by a samurai that failed, but hitting yourself? This fellow has clearly found a new and extreme way to get up on the wrong side of the bed.
But my favorite example of crazy is the fellow who visited one of my classes. Afterwards he came up to me and said some nice things to me, but then said he knew something that was a little better than what I was teaching. I asked him what was better, expecting him to pull out a toy pistol…this was some time ago, now they pull out real pistols!
The fellow dropped to his hands and knees and started barking like a dog. Getting to his feet and brushing off his pants the fellow told me that when he did that people thought he was crazy and left him alone. You know, now that I think about it, that’s about the sanest thing I ever heard!
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