Justin Bieber is on the cover of February's Vanity Fair, and instead of wiping the lipstick off his cheek, he wants you to know that his brain is totally different than yours. And it's not different because he's been in chemistry class and is preoccupied with the chemical that turns a flame blue, or whatever, and he has been pouring it up his nose in one of those nasal passage clearing tea kettles. No, his brain is different because he's a musician, and musicians are nuts, and he just can't ever stop the rock.
He says, "I'm crazy, I'm nuts. Just the way my brain works. I'm not normal. I think differently - my mind is always racing. I'm just...nuts. But I think the best musicians probably are. It's hard to really balance myself. A regular kid, if he catches the flu, he just gets to go home. But I can't do that...everything is important. But, you know, my sanity is important too. Even if I'm angry, I'll just put a smile on my face and fake it...I know I have to give up a lot for myself."
HOW IS THIS NOT A CRY FOR HELP. Tell me. Tell me how. If getting noogies from Ludacris help make the lambs stop screaming, we've gotta let him keep doing it.