The question that got me tonight was “What is your definition of sanity?” It’s a question almost too simple and too complex at the same time. I didn’t want to answer it at all because I was sure my response would be way out of bounds from normal, so, naturally, I volunteered to go first.

I don’t think there’s any such thing. I think that everyone’s got some things that are seriously dysfunctional in their life. I think you can’t look at anyone and declare they are sane or not. I don’t believe I’ve ever met a sane person. I’ve seen some that are radically not, but that tends to come with the fact that I’ve spent a combined 5 weeks in psychiatric facilities over the last two years. I’ve seen some crazy people, but I’ve yet to see any sane ones.

One of the ladies made the observation “If insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, then sanity must be the opposite; learning from mistakes and correcting behaviors.” I like that a lot, it’s better than the definition the book provided. “Wholeness of mind, making decisions based on truth.”

I still stick with the idea that there’s no such thing as sanity. There’s just insane that’s thinly veiled.