if i were your mama, i'd send you to summer camp

for the first time tonight on the subway i encountered a man who i believe to be legitimately insane. and not through lack of money or nutrition; he was well groomed and well dressed, as well sporting a pair of new looking, fashionable shoes (that matched his outfit.) nor did it seem as though he was an any drugs, no irregular eye/body movements, flushed skin, heavy breathing, none of that. but he was talking up storm to himself, laughing, singing, taking on different personas, first speaking as a boyfriend, then a son, then a father, tackling different subject matter, sex, fashion, waxing philosophical. he walked in to the fourteenth street station from the street just behind me and we sat on the same bench - in total i was in this man's presence for a minimum of twenty minutes and he did not stop chatting (does the definition of chatting inherently imply the involvement of another person?) the whole time. completely insane. but he was the happiest non-drunk solitary person i have seen in passing since my time in the city.