One of my nicks is Crazy Carl. Not because of my illness, but because I used to live dangerously. I did things no one else would do. Maybe safety (though rare), maybe too daring, or just too bizarre. Like when I was in college and I rode my motorbike down main street....wearing nothing but my eye glasses, tennis shoes, undershorts and a halloween mask. Everyone in school knew who was doing it. And it was +20*F at the time. Crazy stuff like that. All the guys were patting me on the back and I kept finding notes with girl's names and room numbers....and here I am, too moral to get a piece outside of marriage. (sigh)

Like when I used to work with the retarded, I found *I* was labeled as retarded by a number of people in the business community.

I think I'll start another thread based on my response to this.