Sanity Check
Some days, I admit, I do wake up and wonder: should I be absolutely unhinged? It may come as a surprise to some that the answer is surprisingly difficult. On one hand, the flippancy of being the craziest bitch one could possibly be without any regard for one's personal status has intrinsic sexy bad boy energy that cannot be matched. On the other, losing all that status means giving up respect, connections, money, power...everything that makes a villain intimidating and threatening. But an odd paradox reveals itself. In certain situations, the insanity can be treated as mere stage play. After all, upon a golden pedestal of fame and fortune, everyone expects you to be an insane little twat. Give the people a little of what they want and they'll be satiated. Validated, even. Play up a bit of the evil, a bit of the excess, and maybe even add a sprinkle of flamboyancy, and suddenly the whole world's talking. Meanwhile, anyone who's really in power won't deem you a problem child needing to be put in their place. Indeed, you won't catch me veering a little too far to the right of what most would consider sanity. That's playing a dangerous game, and nobody wants to look like a bumbling fool now, do we?
