Don’t you just want to go crazy sometimes? We lead such restricted lives, partly out of concern for our own safety, partly due to fear of the unknown, partly as a result of the moral ceiling under which we reside so traditionally. Some days (I know you’ve thought about this) you would like to go jump off that proverbial cliff and see what it feels like to paraglide, or hit the water 150 feet down, or maybe even sky dive.
And there are crazier things as well. That’s why they say “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” They’re not referring to restaurant reviews.
Celebrities do this sort of thing all the time. You see reference to it in the tabloids as you’re checking out at the supermarket. But they know that (a) they can get away with it, or (b) they can pay for the consequences, or (c) they really do have a screw loose.
Actually, going “crazy” doesn’t have to be putting your life in jeopardy or throwing morality out the window. It might mean something like harkening back to your youth and heading off on an unplanned road trip, following your sense of adventure, stopping to gawk whenever the scene attracts your eye, doing the Route 66 thing.
Sanity is so confining, isn’t it? It’s so rational, so restrictive, so relatively safe. Perhaps we like to watch movies because they provide us with an opportunity to “get into” the story of the flick and vicariously give up our safety net, if only for a couple of hours on our own couch.
But, for most of us anyway, there’s that little warning light that blinks red-red-red if we get too close to the danger of risk, the same red light that wasn’t working for the redneck whose famous last words were “Watch this!”
Susan Sontag once said that “sanity is a cozy lie.” I think what she meant was that we all could snap if the circumstances came together just right but for our own sloth. If the thirst for adventure can be had by proxy, then maybe Hollywood stars aren’t so overpaid after all. They’re busy protecting us from ourselves.