Saturday, August 05, 2006

Why be normal?

You know how the atmosphere shivers ahead on the highway when you drive through the desert? That's the way things feel around me right now. Uncertain and unreal. At any moment, I'm expecting the other shoe to fall. The signs are all there: increased manic activity, prophesying, spending sprees, mood swings, crying jags, ultimatums. I'm pretty sure my mom is about to launch into another psychotic episode, and my whole body is tense. I look back, far back into the past and try to find normal.

I was about 12 or 13 when Mom had her first vision. We were driving home from a tiny town in Soutwest Texas where my father was serving as interim minister. Nearing the outskirts of San Antonio, my mother covered her eyes with her hands and starting shouting: seeing the faces of relatives who had passed over, praising the Lord. freaking the hell out of us.

This was not the best way to enter adolescence. At first, I was convinced my mother was dying. Later, wrapped up in self-centeredness, I didn't care what was causing it. I just wanted it to stop. I wanted her to quit crying all the time. I wanted someone to pay attention to me. Ahhh, teenagers. It wasn't until I'd graduated from college that she was diagnosed with Bipolar Affective Disorder. So now I watch LegoGuy and Sport from the corner of my eye and wonder, which one is it going to be? Who's going to pass that little gem of a gene onward?

But, as Eeyore said to me the other day, that kind of thinking is colored with shades of Nietzsche. What's normal, anyway? There's probably not a single family who doesn't have its share of crazy. Crazy is trying to watch a documentary on American history while the boys' bowels rumble with a calliope of fart sounds, making us all giggle. Crazy is seeing a pretty girl walk across the parking lot while LegoGuy launches into a porn ditty ("Bow wow chicka bow wow"). Crazy is spending 6 hours cleaning up the boys' room and knowing that later I'll be watching them trash it in exactly 45 minutes flat.

Why be normal when crazy is so much more interesting?

1 comment:

pastgrace said...

I wish I could say I'll keep you in my prayers but as you already know I don't have much of a prayer life. But I'll keep you in my heart.