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Who are your favorite people to be around?

I have a type.

Not romantically. Not aesthetically. Existentially.

My favourite genre of people are the ones who are a little — to a lot — mad.

Not “needs immediate psychiatric intervention” mad.
Not “call the authorities” mad.

But the beautifully chaotic, self-aware, slightly unhinged kind.

The Ones Who Laugh in Serious Meetings

Picture this: full CEO-level presentation. Slides. Charts. Revenue projections. The tension is thick enough to chew.

And then someone snorts.
Then laughs.
Then can’t stop laughing.

And now the entire department is internally collapsing because one human being’s soul refused corporate discipline.

That person?
Art.

The Marathon Main Characters

Technically walking. Definitely tired. But chanting like it’s a festival procession. Clapping. Hyping strangers. Turning cardio into a spiritual awakening.

That’s not instability.
That’s main-character syndrome executed with excellence.

The Sugar is Poison Ranters

They will give you a 12-minute TED Talk on insulin spikes. Cortisol. Gut health. Mitochondria.

And then, every Thursday, without fail, eat two vada pavs like it’s a sacred ritual.

No shame.
No explanation.
Just vibes.

That’s not hypocrisy.
That’s integrity.

Why I Don’t Trust Perfect People

The ones who smile 24/7? Suspicious.
The ones who are nice to everyone, all the time? Even more suspicious.
The calm, measured, diplomatic in every single situation types?

I don’t buy it.

Humans are not PowerPoint presentations.
You are not meant to be formatted.

Self-Aware Chaos

Give me the slightly unpredictable ones.

The ones who overreact…
Then immediately go, “Okay yes that was dramatic, my bad.”

Self-aware chaos is my favourite flavour.

The Coin Exhibition Girl

I once went to a coin exhibition with coworkers.

Normal outing. Harmless. Mild.

One of them got completely absorbed. Examined every single coin like she was evaluating ancient treasure. Took forever. Bought a few.

Then turned to us and said, “Sorry. I go mad in these situations.”

And I remember thinking — no.

Don’t apologise.

That intensity.
That niche obsession.
That inability to fake indifference just to look cool.

That’s personality.

The Little Mad Community™

I think we’re all a little mad.

Some of us hide it behind professionalism.
Some disguise it as productivity.
Some channel it into marathon chanting and coin collecting.

I personally identify as a proud member of the Little Mad Community™.

We laugh at the wrong time.
We romanticise chaos.
We say “I’m fine” and then start a philosophical debate at 2 a.m.
We claim to be rational but spiral over fictional characters.

And honestly?

If they ever put us in an asylum, that asylum would become a tourist destination.

Because we’re not broken.
We’re just slightly unfiltered.

You’re not too much.
You’re flavour.
And I will choose flavour over perfection.
Every. Single. Time.