"...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'" —Jack Kerouac
Frankly, I would find this exhausting. I have one or two mad friends—and can be a bit mad myself, on occasion—but to surround myself with people like this all the time would just put me over the edge.
I love their spirit. It's inspiring and makes a you feel alive. But it's nice to have people in your life you can just talk to, without feeling like you're sitting on the edge of a volcano, dangling your legs over the chaos below.
I really appreciate the friends I have who like to sit back in the garden with a glass of lemonade—or relax by the fire with some hot tea—and converse about simple and 'commonplace' things... or just listen to you do the same. People who are funny and kind and have plenty of energy and spunk when the situation calls for it, but who also share the occasional need for just being calm.
I think you have to sit and rest a little between dances.