I don't think that I was mad until I turned 23. I wasn't always speculating, and, up to the age of 23, I took the questions and answers of science with a grain of salt. Science has been my favorite thing to discuss since I was about 13. There weren't many peers of mine that were willing to discuss, let alone able to comprehend, the discoveries of the scientists before our time. I have never been happier than when I was 17 and asked what I consider to be the ultimate question. The single biggest question of my life (and the lives of many others). For me, that question was "what does it take to make a computer able to learn any language?" At the age of 17, I came up with the answer. The answer was pattern recognition. Once I had the answer, I set it aside for another 6 years before I began to openly discuss it. I chose Linguistics as my major because there was nothing more fascinating to me than Science and Language, but to combine the two into the field of Linguistics, I was sold. So, at the age of 23 I lost every single one of my closest friends because they had either went away to college or got into drugs and alcohol. I have to admit that I had my encounters with that scene, and, ultimately, I realized that I didn't want to see the people that were also involved in that type of activity, I'd much rather keep my distance. But, as I said, I lost literally all of my friends and I was scared as hell of being alone. The strange thing that I came to realize is that I've never been happier than when I was alone. I was outcasted, aand there wasn't a single person that I wanted to hang out with. At that time, there was only one person who wanted to hang out with me, but he was NO WHERE NEAR smart enough to satisfy my desire to contemplate the big questions. So, as I said, I began to discuss my ideas with others over fora like this one, and, sure enough, there was opposition. The strange thing was that the opposition had (seemingly overnight) concluded that I was right. I was right about pattern recognition, and there was literally no plausible refutation to that very basic premise. Since there was an opposition, which was really just a resistance to adopt a new paradigm, I got mad. I got mad as hell at all of my ex friends, and I guarantee you that I could not separate my madness from any other situation where I had to be social. There was not a single person who was satisfied with who I was. Luckily, by this time, I've grown out of that madness and entered the world of work, getting paid for something that I love doing. While I'm still pretty poor, and I'm occasionally mad, I can look back at my time alone and safely say that I would willingly have a period like that again because there was nothing more satisfying IMO.
Madness, yes. We're very mad (but not all the time) lol.