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Crazy people who are judged to be harmless are allowed an enormous amount of freedom ordinary people are denied. Thus as long as I left everyone alone, I could do as I pleased. Thinking about myself as a crazy, independent old woman made me feel almost happy.
I was not happy in any way that would make sense to most people, but I was, for the first time in my life, deeply content with what life was giving me.
I could still conquer a small corner of the world—if I wanted to.
The anger was returning. There was no good reason for me to be angry but my body was filled with it,

