See, my fed-up point for the crazy/genius thing was
A Beautiful Mind.
If you're so smart, how come you don't know about all the paranoid schizphrenics who
aren't
geniuses? Paranoia -- and the inability to regulate leaps of logic -- is not genius; it is paranoia and word-salad! Read a book about functional intelligence some time!
Whew, got that off my chest. See also: my vast and enduring hatred of that dratted movie
Camille Claudel.
Is there any medical research linking creative talent with mental illness?
Yeah, but it was conducted by a unlikely team of brilliant yet flawed researchers with a childlife capacity for wonder but a bunch of terminal brain tumors in their bipolar heads. The only way the research was ever published was through the machinations of their dedicated-albeit-emotionally-stunted wives and wisecracking magical Negro sidekicks.
Oh, Cor, bless you. I TOTALLY needed that laugh today.
Don't forget the inspiring crippled guy.
"I've got a spike through my head! A spike! Through my head!"
Thank you, Corwood, thank you.
How is it there's no online video of Kevin McDonnell with the spike through his head? Here's the whole speech:
Yes. I've got a spike through my head. I've accepted it. Why can't you? I've got a spike through my head, a spike through my head, spike through my head, a spike through my head, a spike through my head! It's hard to look at, isn't it? Look at it. Read it. It says 'Pennsylvania Steel'. Yes I know I should be dead. Yes, the doctors say I'm a freak of nature. But there's one thing I *do* know damn it! I'm alive, and I love you. And that's the hardest thing of all to accept, isn't it Connie?
I have tended to notice increasing creativity going hand-in-hand with increasing flakiness as a general trend, but it's not universal enough to be certain that one indicates the other.
I'm not laying this all at your feet, bonny. I just have seen it both far and near, excuses being made, or even people "understanding" that talent must come with a price.
While I'm always glad to spark conversation, my tongue was shoved so far into my cheek I might have looked like I had the mumps.
And Corwood made me snort and then glow with amusement. Perfect.
I'll add my own personal pet peeve to the genre of excuses for flakiness/creativity/doom...having been abused as a child.
I'm lookin' at YOU KPAX and all the other,
"He's a whacknut serial killer!'
But, but, he was abused as a child!!
Well, alright then, let's give him a hug." Rubbish
So, yeah. I can see where you are coming from.