In a moment of Madness

Pscychiatric wards are filled with so-called mad people. Mad people who imagine things. Mad people who talk to objects. Mad people who interact with imaginary people. Mad people who cannot tell what is reality and what isn't and who might either harm themselves or others. But aren't we all mad? Have you ever passed by a bridge and though: " What if I jumped of this bridge and died? Its so simple."

Have you ever picked up a sharp knife and thought to yourself: "What if I just stabbed myself? Will it hurt?".

Have you ever been so angry and thought to yourself: " What if I just slapped him/her? What if I just punched her to death?"

We all have those moments where if a psychiatrist read whats in our minds, then he'd label us mad. But what stops some of us from committing these actions? Guilt? Fear? For me, I guess its a mixture of both.

My last moment of madness: I was sittting across my sister and thought to myself, what if I took a pair of scissors and chopped off her long locks? What's the worst that could happen?

So tell me, what's yours?

Till we meet again,
Sedeso