http://s1204.photobucket.com/albums/bb413/gjhaynes2315/?action=view&current=VID00566.mp4

Yea…the other day I was the at my local health center to find out who my father really is….Well, not exactly. I was actually there to get medically cleared to start an internship at Jamaica Hospital. (That would be job #3 that I will be balancing this semester. Hooray for me -_-.) It just so happened that this random bumesque guy (he didn’t really look like a bum, he was really just a little loco. But I will say that it’s a good thing Flip HD cameras don’t pick up scent in HD….Ma dude smelt like roast horse fecal matter. You feel me?) decided to show up at the health center and entertain as I waited an unreasonable time for my doctor to show up. Check out the video and then procede to the next paragraph where I will actually get serious for once…

On a serious note, it is a common occurrence that we find crazy people on the train, streets, or wherever we may find them slightly entertaining, if not funny. When I think about myself in that regard, I often find that my initial reaction is to find humor in the situation. My question to my classmates and any browsers who may come across this site (see how I’m hooking my fellow Sociology of Media classmates up with an easy way to post on my blog…yea…you’re very welcome) is why is it that the mental state of those who clearly need help is so often overlooked by “normal” functioning members of society? The crazies, as we might refer to them as, are often the source of jokes and not necessarily taken seriously. As I admitted, even I’m guilty of it, so don’t be afraid to admit the same. Feel free to sound off bloggers and blogettes.

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