U'r as Mad as the Hatter!

I was sitting across my flatmate today while he slowly peeled an orange. At first I casually looked at him peeling the skin of the orange, tearing out even the tiniest thread that held on to the skin. Basking in his new found adornment for oranges I let him be while i whiled away the remains of the day.But then I was like wait a min, it's been almost ten minutes he's been  peeling the skin off that darn orange!. And he kept going at it still, like he's gonna unravel the marvel that is the orange! I was gonna tell him to stop deconstructing it thread by thread and pass me one slice but then something held that thought back and then I started staring hard at whatever he was doing! I could see the madness of this joy dripping from every other corner of his eye!.
Now it might seem I'm dissecting his supposed casual behaviour a bit too much. The fact that his madness drove him to, so intricately peel off that Orange stark naked in his own sweet time!. With a sadistic grin to shed off every layer that drapes that orange and the madness to do it ever so slowly, so that he could go all the way to the edge of it and see what lies beyond.
Made me wondersome in wonder...Do we all have the muchness of the madness?. Are we all standing in the brink of a big ass Whirlpool that will take us to lalaaland with one push?. Ive been trippin with the idea of madness since I was little bittle younger. Not a little girl 'cos then that would be wrong! Kids are seemingly inexplicably mad!. Their rationale's seemingly swinging on trees and climbing fences! Childhood is a maddening experience...have you ever realised? . But it's not the childhood ness that determines our madness in the later parts of our years. Or is it?
Well like I was saying Ive been trippin on this idea of madness since a while long and have been debating with my conscious self..what in the world is that one push? that one trigger? The zero gravity which makes you float as Ur sanity is questioned. Could peeling the orange that slowly with so much caution and glee be determined as an insane activity?. Mybe one would base it on the fact that it seemed out of the ordinary that he was peeling that orange slowly till it was going to rot! Well perhaps he knew this was a pleasurable lolygag for him, to bother with the amount of purposeful time spent on it and he went ahead exploring the possibilities!.
I was obsessed once upon a tale. I dragged myself without sleep and much of deliberate happiness to feel that joy of madness. To see the edge of the cliff and look down and smile. I did it!. It lasted three day's precisely and then I sat back and thought about the delirious zone I'd just ventured into. I realised sanity is a beautiful thought walking on a very thin rope of sheer madness. And if she slips there is NO coming back. So is it so easy to make her fall?....one must figure out in u'r own tale if U really want to!.
You could be as mad as the hatter who lost his mind working with mad(cap)'s and rising silver mercury or you could be as sane as Alice who would question her sanity everyday when she imagined a white rabbit running around...never getting her answer until she disappeared outta her world to follow another.
I must have become the madness I was seeking. I would long to come back outta it someday.
So well I watched him peel the damn skin off and eat the orange in a minute, in a friggn minute! damn shuda asked him for a slice.