The Least Mad of a Mad Lot

People. I know a few of them. Seems they are spinning out. Losing it. Cracking around the edges. Psyches are fraying, disintegrating. Maybe it's the times. Maybe it's age. Maybe, well,  maybe, I mean, who knows why?

And it's funny, you can see the madness, the rage, the silliness, the absurdities of others easily. It's a little harder to see these things in yourself.  And maybe it's the fear of succumbing yourself that makes the madness of others so repellant. 

It's easy to judge. But probably not worth judging too harshly.  And as they say, or did I make this up, "we don't see the world as it is, we see the world as we are…" but I get this weird feeling that I'm the least mad of a mad lot. That's funny...