`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'
I am in mint condition today, coining new words. The concept that is forming in my mind is that of being drawn to those who are...*crazy*.
Lest you be offended by my use of that term, I do claim ownership of it myself- a lifelong dance with depression, and most recently last summer a hospitalization after a year and a half slide down that black hole. But in searching for what would word might be dreamed up (something similar to sapiosexual), I discovered the aptness of this word’s origin.
(Below is from http://www.etymonline.com/)
craze (v.)
late 14c., crasen, craisen "to shatter, crush, break to pieces," Original sense preserved in crazy quilt pattern and in reference to cracking in pottery glazing (1815).
And Crazy, meaning "full of cracks or flaws" is from the 1580s.
BUT…like the world of the Cheshire Cat, aren’t we all crazy? Shattered by different hammers, but all of us in pieces, full of cracks (ahem) and flaws.
SO…I love you all. J