Insanity

I'm insane, I suppose many people don't know that. Well, not insane, more of mad actually. I'm actually perfectly normal thank you very much, it's just that 'mad' in my case means different from others.

I say I'm mad, but then do mad people admit that they are mad? Do humans know they are mad? Are they even mad?

Maybe not mad, just stupid, insipid and not able to see through everything.

I found today's literature question interesting. The question is, why is love important in a family?

Why is it important? I doubt anyone really knows the answer. Can a family actually exist without love? Depends on what type of family you're talking about. Real life families, the normal families. Is love important for them? If so, then why? Why is it that love is so important that we humans cannot live wihout it?

I used to think that hate could never have existed, should not exist in a family. What do I think now? I found out that, like fairytales, a perfect family is non existent, just like the prince charming every girl dreams for is fake.

Love may be important, but that doesn't mean hate isn't there. Could you love and hate someone at the same time? The answer is yes. I'm not talking about loving and hating your so called lover at the same time because I'm sorry to say, that is just the most worthless thing on the world.

What I mean is the hatred you feel sometimes for one of your famiy members, and yet you love them so deeply at the same time. You feel so sick for hating them and yet you can't help but despise them for that one moment then.

So answer me, is love always there in a family? Or is hate there as well?