Why is the "funny farm" funny?
Last weekend, Maria and I made a visit to the mental health hospital, aka the "funny farm". As I'm driving there, I briefly wondered why people nicknamed it the "funny farm"?
Theres nothing funny about it, in fact its quite sad.
Glancing out into the courtyard, looking at all the patients wearing their hospital bracelets that identifies them as "I'm crazy! Hear me roar!" is a stark contrast to the yuppie urban city life I'm so used to. We count one pregnant girl, a few young guys my age or even younger, about two dozen total. All locked in a virtual prison, linked in brotherhood and sisterhood by one common bond - they're all fucking nuts.
One dude was smoking, another was talking on what seemed to be his imaginary cell phone, a few were jogging around a circular walk path no more than 15 feet in circumference. Not only did I feel bad for their mental health problems but of their daily boredom.
If some of these poor people weren't crazy going in, they will certainly be crazy now.
Theres nothing funny about it, in fact its quite sad.
Glancing out into the courtyard, looking at all the patients wearing their hospital bracelets that identifies them as "I'm crazy! Hear me roar!" is a stark contrast to the yuppie urban city life I'm so used to. We count one pregnant girl, a few young guys my age or even younger, about two dozen total. All locked in a virtual prison, linked in brotherhood and sisterhood by one common bond - they're all fucking nuts.
One dude was smoking, another was talking on what seemed to be his imaginary cell phone, a few were jogging around a circular walk path no more than 15 feet in circumference. Not only did I feel bad for their mental health problems but of their daily boredom.
If some of these poor people weren't crazy going in, they will certainly be crazy now.
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