I like to remind myself that the only difference between genius and madness
is success—and that success in the eyes of the world, doesn’t mean much, because they elevated fools
to celebrity status, for not doing anything
and actors (people) can only hold a temporary smile
because of the coke they do in the bathroom, before their interviews
and that any job, regardless of the status of that job, becomes a job
after 200 interviews. Most glitter
the beautiful girlfriend from Russia
the blue Porsche with a big payment
the big house—the empty house
yet—I don’t disbelieve, genius is possible
it’s rarely recognized
because it doesn’t ask to be recognized
it takes its own advice and suffers from it
it listens to its own opinions
genius is a decision to voluntarily accept madness
it’s a life out of balance
the sacrifices made won’t make any sense to anyone
People will tell you where you went wrong
at your lowest points
But voluntary madness has its own rewards
the world makes sense to you, because of your madness
while people are driven mad by the anonymous chaos, that is supposed to make sense
to a sane person
until sanity has to pretend it’s sane.
I was at a diversity training, yesterday
and they decided they wanted to play a game
There would be Group A (the majority)
and Group B (the minority)
I was in Group B, so I would get to feel oppressed.
The black woman running the conference made me wear a purple necklace.
I had to leave the room with the minorities
whereby, we were instructed to ask yes/no questions about an upcoming diversity conference, and we couldn’t use the words “race, racism, or diversity” in our questions. As usual, I was completely confused. I think it’s because I’m taking melatonin at night, and I have been told it can cause early-onset dementia. I can’t sleep because of my crazy job.
Supposedly, this exercise will help me understand how LGBTQ are less privileged and feel oppressed in the classroom.
Teachers call it a safe space, but it’s not. There are rules, and there is an authority.
I was about to be tested.
We walked back into the room, and the English Teacher (who I like) started asking questions.
“Will you have good food at the conference?” She asked.
The teacher asked more questions, while I sat there, watching the insanity unfold. One of our minority group members was so nervous, she just kept taking notes.
I asked a stupid question, and the teacher asked another stupid question.
“You have to do the chicken dance,” the majority said.
The teacher tried to resist, but started plucking, and dancing, and waving her arms. I was horrified.
It reminded me of the Zimbardo Prison Study, where students became guards and prisoners. I was trapped with morons, and they wanted me to do the chicken dance.
“Bok,” I said.
“No, you didn’t do it right,” the majority member told me.
“Well, I’m not going to do it,” I said.
He called the principal over. “He won’t do the chicken dance!”
“You have to do the chicken dance,” the principal said.
“No, I won’t.”
“It’s part of the diversity exercise. You have to do it!”
“Go fuck yourselves!” I said.
They were deer in the headlights. They didn’t know what to do.
Afterward, we were told “This is a simulation of unjust authority, telling you to follow the rules. All of you complied, even though it didn’t feel fair,” the black lady said.
She wasn’t paying attention.
I thought about what I was asked to do.
It confirms that the government, the state, and the school, are fools.
I recognize myself to be the only authority.
The principal is a desperate man,
clinging to his job. How can you respect that?
We have to do diversity exercises, so the powers that be
they can control us.
Genius means that you think for yourself.
The other kind of madness is despicable.