Wednesday, May 16, 2007

You Don't Have To Be Crazy To Live Here, But It Helps

The Centre for Addiction and Mental Health is very near where I live. It's also very near where I went to university. There are frequently mentally ill people hanging out around it. CAMH, that is, not the University. Well, I guess there, too.

All the U of T engineers get hard hats during F!rosh week. It is traditional to decorate them and wear them around to look... well, engineery. I, of course, attached light-up devil horns to mine.

One day as I was going to 7-11 during F!rosh week, wearing my behorned hard hat, someone out in front of CAMH actually got down on his knees and started worshiping me as the devil. I don't think he was joking.

The other night, E and I were walking around after a nice rainfall, chatting. We were walking pretty aimlessly, the goal being to hang out and talk, not to get anywhere in particular. At one point, E pointed to a sidewalk that went towards some of the CAMH buildings and said, "let's take this path, which leads to crazy people."

"Arguably," I interjected, "all paths lead to crazy people."

"Yes," retorted E, "crazy people are the new Rome."


Rob (a.k.a. Dad) said...

Crazy is defined by which sign you see on the door of the asylum: "In" or "Out".

PS Way back in the mists of time, I decorated my hardhat by riveting on an aluminum end-plate from the wing of a race-car; I recovered it from the spectator area at Mosport, where it landed after being ripped off the car in an accident (not a serious one, thankfully -- just minor contact).

terriblenews said...

Ha, was your head more aerodynamic that way?

Rob (a.k.a. Dad) said...

Yeah, but nothing like it is now with the reduction in turbulence producing hair... something for you to look forward to ;)