Sanity in Question

How does one decide whether one is sane or not?

I mean, I believe myself to be sane. But don't most insane people?

(brief interlude while switching monitors -- mine just died...)

Sorry about that delay. Technical difficulty. Back to our examination of belly buttons...

Is it true that believing you are insane is a sign that you are probably not?

Or, as I suspect, am I perfectly sane and simply believe that I may not be?

Who can tell? I mean, I don't feel qualified to judge the sanity of another. And neither do I trust another person without access to my thoughts worthy of judging me?

Which leads me to my next thought. Have you ever wanted to be another person? Feel their feelings, and think their thoughts? If we could, this whole question of sanity would be more easily satisfied -- or would it? If a sane person was able to be me, and I am insane, wouldn't they become my insanity? Or would I become their sanity.

Dobson says when you work in the garden, the dirt never gets glovey.

Don't be so sure, though that the sane would become insane. Who is to say that what we call sane today is the appropriate state of mind? The "right" state of mind?

That ice cream was good. Maybe I'll have another before bed.

I look at people around me -- in the ether -- and I can't be certain who is insane and who is sane. Who is fake and who is real. Who is really fake? I wear a persona myself when I'm here, and that persona is not me -- though the thoughts are mine. Disjoint as they are, and unclear. Fuzzy and drunken from lack of sleep... But if I go to bed earlier, what life will I miss? And when I stay up, what life can I live? Dozing throughout the day...

Ah yes -- people around me. I browse Blogger, and YouTube, and mySpace, and take in the oddities and pearls I find there. People reveling in the beauty of the online community compared to the ugliness of the real world -- and it strikes a chord. Yet it's a harmony missing a note. Why do people post? Why do they make the videos? What is the point? What happens to citizens of this e-nation when they no longer have access to their account? Are we all doomed to the fate of Greg Solomon -- apparently not dead after all? How do we know when someone really never will come back? What becomes of their e-life then? Are they sane who post on these sites?

Some post because they are creative, and have a talent to share. Some want to capitalize on that and others want to give it away. Some post because they believe they possess a nugget of truth. Others because they believe the other guy doesn't have a shred of truth. Others I can't figure out -- producing little better than a written/musical/video fart -- so crude. Some are poets. Others are philosophers. Some share the gift of multiple creativities. Ah Utopia, but where is the place in this community for the follower? For the taker? For the one who possesses no gift to share? Where is the place for the the one unable to contribute? What gift of wisdom can I offer this place?

Questions. I can ask questions. I have those. But many will misinterpret my questioning as criticism. It's not intended as such. It's pure curiosity.

Would that I had music to give you. Would that I could write poetry. Would that I could share with you the Truth -- the ultimate prize I seek... A story. A joke. A kind word.

"Thank you." If you read this far.

No, it's too late for that ice cream. Time to go to bed. Tomorrow is never a day away -- it's already here. Maybe today will shed some light on me sanity.

G'night.

Oh, one pearl of wisdom I give you:

The only stupid question is the one left unasked.

Where'd I leave my jammies?