Yesterday on my way from one work to another (does it already sound a bit crazy?) someone at the bus stop got attention not only mine but others as well: a young guy was performing peculiar pantomimic dance with a crystal ball. At first his behaviour did look a bit crazy, but then I saw a smile on his face that said, “I know what you think of me, but no, I’m not…”. He got on the same bus, and even sat across me. He took out another ball, this one was blue, and carried out with his sphere-play magic to the sheer delight of the two young kids across him. You could see that the kids never questioned the guy’s sanity, they were sincerely fascinated by his wizardry with the ball, while adults were looking at him quite impressed yet trying to appear indifferent.
Later I talked with the guy, he told me: “I know it looks like I’m crazy, but I’m not. It actually makes a good conversation piece to start on the bus”. Turned out that it’s his hobby he started a year or so ago, that this sphere-play is actually a discipline practiced by many, and called Contact Juggling. I found this short movie below on YouTube, the guy on the bus was performing very similar tricks.
There are three forms of contact juggling, and the one I saw yesterday is actually called isolationism, characterized by manipulation of a sphere that appears to be suspended in time and place while the performer dances around it. Even in the 1986 fantasy film Labyrinth (directed by Jim Henson, produced by George Lucas), David Bowie’s character is performing contact juggle throughout the film.
What I was most impressed with yesterday was not the sphere playing but the fact that this guy wasn’t afraid to share his hobby, no matter how crazy it looked, with the rest of us. It made me question once again what “crazy” means, and how crazy I am, how crazy we all are? Who are we to label someone crazy? What if we’re crazy in the eyes of those whose sanity we question? How thin is the line separating a truly passionate person from a crazy one?
These lines from Don McLean’s song “Vincent” came to my mind:
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will…
Perhaps what the world is lacking is the truly impassioned people whose enthusiasm is contagious and zealousness is inspiring. There are millions of blogs in the blogiverse, but unfortunately only a small number of those sites leave us in awe and amazement from all the knowledge and passion that’s graciously and generously given to us by the blog’s author(s).
Have you ever been called crazy? How did it make you feel? Are you exposing or willing to show your crazy side to others? How hard is it for you to stay true to yourself? Do you have favourite crazy bloggers, authors whom you love to read? What does the word “crazy” mean to you? Whom would you call “crazy”? How crazy are you?