[I:http://www.uniquearticlewizard.com/extras/pics/bowzerimage7.jpg] There are three specific definitions for the word crazy. One definition is mentally unbalanced. If I knew anybody that was mentally balanced I would have them explain this to me.
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!
And the third definition…extremely impractical. Try telling that one to the guy who signs my paychecks! Or, 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 hanging around and talking about slaughtering the human body. What well balanced, normal person would ever do something like that? Why, nobody would, especially a guy involved in a martial arts class, would..uh, never mind.
Crazy is the outlaw motorcycler who studied the martial arts and who told me that the purpose of a single finger strike to the eye is not merely to flatten the eyeball but, by the technique of angling the finger correctly, to insert the finger and pop the eyeball out. He said one is then supposed to run after the rolling eyeball and step on it in full view of the owner. I didn’t ask him how a person who was missing an eyeball could have a full view of things.
Crazy are the movies where the hero decides to kill himself and delivers a karate strike to his own body and expires. I mean, I understand committing seppuku (stomach cutting), as done by a failed samurai, but hitting yourself? This guy has added a new dimension to getting 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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