I had professors who seemed to be talking to themselves. Now I do it. Without a PHD I'm considered odd. They are revered.
David Foster Wallace is considered a genius since his suicide. While he was alive, no one but really smart people even attempted to read him. I tried once in a book store, got dizzy and replaced the volume. Meanwhile, the Uni-bomber made more sense, but was deemed a nutcase.
It's always uncomfortable when a group realizes one of its members is not on the same wavelength as the rest. It may manifest itself in absurd blurted comments, long diatribes, inappropriate humor or threatening body language. Some of these people make it into Congress.
Commentators don't like to use the word sick. Now certain actions are described as bad judgment, bad choice, inexplicable behavior, uncharacteristic behavior, stress induced, and too much sugar in the bloodstream.
I wonder if deaf people ever meander in their communications. I'm sure other deaf people would know.
If critics and academics accept something or if it sells in the market place it can't be termed sick. However, if Abe Vigoda and Betty White had sex in a public space we'd all agree that was sick. Especially if they meandered during foreplay.
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