i mentioned the Cherokee below, but i think the reason i was able to empathize with him so much was because i myself was quite off-balance when i first got involved in Occupy–having spent months away from people, as well as the city and all the crap that comes with that. i was quite well-balanced (i think) on my own off in the woods, going cross country by my own power; but when i entered the minimum security prison known as the city (Arcata, very very privileged compared to Eureka, at least least if you’re a resident).
i, too, found myself speaking loudly at all hours of the night (tho no one got on my case to shut up). i, too, was a bit irrational. Some would say that it was marijuana’s fault, but the reality is that i’m very sensitive, and when i utilize that herb spiritually (i walke with the Native American Church, btw), i tend to experience the pain of the reality i’m in…re: all the realities of living free in the middle of freedumb…and not, for curiously spiritual reasons, “getting a lid on it” like Nice, Middle Class People Somehow Can. Duh, i wonder how…tho, i DO know much of THAT is merely a FRONT! It’s like Aldous Huxley once said, the people not exhibiting the symptoms of living in an insane society are REALLY crazy!
So, i just wanted to make things a bit more clear, here. Hopefully this is coherent enough? (imposed time limits me too much unfortunately)