The other day, I stumbled across a post from a man named Bryan Johnson, who has become infamous on Twitter (now X, unfortunately) for attempting every possible method to prolong his life. One such escapade involved him using psychedelics.
Explaining in words what exactly Bryan was attempting to convey in this post is basically impossible. It’s best you just see for yourself. It’s about as “schizo” as one can get. People in the replies on the post expressed a mix of bemusement at the unhinged nature of the post, and genuine concern for Johnson’s mental faculties.
Such a post, and its replies, had me thinking about the people I know who might post something this unhinged without a hint of irony. If you’re involved in conservative politics to any degree, there’s a high chance you have a “schizo” friend who is towing the line between “eccentric” and “needs to be involuntarily committed.”
Maybe he struggles to express exactly what he thinks, but at times will provide you with inexplicably salient revelations. Or maybe he will write outrageous things to the effect of Mr. Johnson’s mental breakdown online. The humble “schizo” comes in many shapes and forms.
I personally call a few of these types of people friends.
But, we once had a place for schizos in society. In ages gone by, they were once tribal shamans, oracles, mystics and prophets. Now, in the modern world, anyone who may claim to experience anything close to what mystics of old would write about would immediately commit to an asylum and be given medication.
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