Murdoch's reset

I was watching the A-Team movie and it made me realize they were all crazy, all except for Murdoch.  Who by the definition of the word should be craziest one of all.  But, here's the thing about Murdoch, he understood best of all that what they did was not normal.  He never even pretended that it was normal, that's why he acted the way he did, with a few moments of clarity.  He did all the crazy stunts without hesitation because he understood that it's what it took to make it work.  Think about it for a minute.  These guys played war in a civilian environment, they sought out situations where they needed to have that rush.  Who fucking trusts a crazy person to fly a fucking plane!? Crazier people than him, that's who.  They were ON 24 hours a day.  

But, you know where Murdoch was in between "missions"? In a psychiatric ward.  You know why? Because he knew he was crazy.  He needed that reset to be able to continue doing it.  Think about it, how else do you get reminded, get grounded, to your life than in the place where you feel the most calm, sane even.  No, whenever Murdoch left that sanctum he knew it was time to let go and get crazy.  He knew he needed to be in that mindset to be able to "play" war with his friends.  He needed to match, if not surpass, their actions so he wouldn't be left behind.  

Can you imagine what went through his head as he's calmly looking out the window of his padded room and he sees this big ass black dude, with a hundred pounds of gold around his neck and a mohawk telling him to back away from the window.  Then the window explodes, or the wall get's ripped right off the room.  Then, what does he see, a black van, with the craziest looking paring of people.  A chick, an old man, a well dressed guy and a guy named B.A.  You know what he thought, IT'S ON! And it was.

He went out, played with his friends in this imaginary world they had.  They blew things up, they helped people, they took down the bad guy and maybe once in a while he got the girl.  He was living out all his dreams and making some new ones up.  He was playing soldier and saving the day.  Best of all, no one is ever hurt, no one gets killed and there was a happy ending every time. He had a group of people that accepted him for who he was and even relied on him.

Then, when he was tired of all the excitement, he went home to rest, hang out with his real friends and do real things.  Everyday things, like sleep, eat, not use guns, no running from the police or the military.  Just boring, old every day things.  Like a normal person.