Don't do it. Just don't do the crazy. I know it's hard but resist. (I'm speaking to myself.)
Crazy is popping out all over in my life and I want to whack it all down pretty hard, you know, crazy-style. Just because crazy is as crazy does doesn't mean I have to partake in the insanity.
It's hard to resist. Crazy, it seems, is like gravity. The larger objects of mass pull the smaller objects toward them. And crazy? It's heavy. REALLY heavy.
Today every time crazy wants to pop out, I'm going to chant it away. "go away, crazy, just go away. shoo, shoo!"
Instead of crazy, I'm going to dwell on peaceful, lovely things that bring sanity. Like this old grist mill we saw on vacation last week. Nice, eh? It's my wallpaper, currently.