Giving In To The Madness

What, did you think I was going to write about this?

Ahhhhhhhh madness. It hits us all. We do something or want to do something that, when looked back upon it, seem like utter madness. Maybe it was or maybe it wasn't. This is a good example of some madness:

I mean, that was a $5 piece of pizza! Clearly, madness in action.

What makes people give in? Lack of self-control or something else? Maybe it's having too much control at times. Some people have no ability to be told what they should be doing. I mean, would you expect good results if you had told Picasso what to paint?

They watched Edith Farnsworth fall in love with Mies, hire him to build what would turn out to be a house of sublime beauty, and then become enraged as costs soared and the architect, with the house nearly complete, withdrew from their relationship and returned to his longtime girlfriend, Lora Marx, but not before refusing to allow Farnsworth to bring her own furniture and art into the house, insisting that they would destroy the purity of his design. Farnsworth banned him from the house, whereupon he sued her for unpaid fees, and she countersued, claiming that the building was defective. Mies won the suit, but never again visited the house.

Taken out of context, it may appear to be simply madness, but if you go back and follow the story, it may appear to make much more sense.

Of course in the grand scheme of things will madness ever make sense? Should you expect it to? I don't think so. So give in to it, and just remember where there's some madness there's bound to be some more.