Don’t delude yourself. Visions of grandeur are far grander when lived and experienced as they are and not as they should be. You are who you are not just what you believe yourself to be. But who am I to define your vision of sanity?
Saintly
What is sanity? Sanity is normal. What is normal? Nobody is normal. Nothing is normal. Everything is different and everything is supposed to be different. I hate hearing someone get called “insane” because that is bringing them down so much. Think about someone calling you insane when you’re just acting how you’ve always known.
MaKayla Lynn Dulaney
we as programmers always do a sanity check on our code before release. This will help in keeping our sanity later on while debugging tester created issues.!!
Insanity was always one of her greatest fears. She depended on her logic for everything. It was her safety blanket. Emotions were too much; they were complicated and painful. Logic was simple and comforting, and the thought of losing it absolutely terrified her. She watched it happen to someone she loved and knew that it could happen to her also.
She watched a movie based on a true story about a woman with split personalities and developed a new irrational fear. She was intrigued by everything psychology, but veered away from the topic of split personalities. She didn’t want to expose her mind to the possibilities because she feared that it could happen to her. Perhaps deep down, she recognized her own issues with dissociating from parts of herself were a little too similar.
okayfine
A person’s state of sanity or insanity is no longer used as a medical diagnosis on its own. That terminology is now used in a legal sense rather than medical. It instead encompasses the many different disorders associated with what makes a person “insane.” So sanity has basically become a subjective method to measure how easy someone is for the rest of society to put up with. Sane people are considered rational, prudent, reasonable, and lucid. Insanity is any state of mind that prevents a normal perception of the world, social interaction, or normal behavior. So sanity is merely what society makes it out to be. Your sanity lives and dies by the people around you.
It takes teamwork to make the dream work and if you cannot get with the picture then you must be insane.
Kristian Pierce
Some doubt my sanity and others will doubt it in the years to come. Not that I am much different than I was 5 years ago or 10 years ago. Not that I am much different than any older person you pass on the street. Not that I am much different than you.
Susan Hoffmann
The world was spinning around too fast and she couldn’t get back. She tried her counting technique. It wasn’t working. She closed her eyes. This was her life. This was never going to end.
People say “my sanity is slipping away.” But I think that makes it sound too calm. Too smooth and organised. “Slipping” is not what it feels like. It feels like my sanity is a boulder that is crashing, cracking, and bludgeoning all the way down a raveen.
sanity is overrated. pig fat is too. umbrellas are as well. so are stones, bones, gones, cones and alphabets. what is sanity. do we ever have it before we loose it. do we ever borrow it? can we fake it?
Mary Haller
I sneaks up , it is is elusive. Have you seen it? I cant seem to keep a grip on mine, with life keep getting in the way. Maybe we all need a little bit of in sanity to stay true and head north, you Know. But when did you give yours away.
Bernice
It was not the humanity that concerned so much, but the sanity of the humanity. Everyone was rowing in their own direction, only focussed on where they wanted to go, forgetting that we were all in the same boat. Now, don’t laugh when I say this, the oars are for paddling in the water, they are not weapons.
“Help!” Charlene the famous actress ran screaming into the room. “I’m losing my beautiful hair! I’m losing my sanity! Someone toss me a hair brush! No, not that one! There’s no other brush?! What kind of century are we living in??”
Starling
She feared for his sanity. He was roaring and yelling and cursing and swearing – and he was the vicar after all, who she and everybody else knew to be mild of manners and strict in his condemnation of harsh and improper language.
Fran Hunne
“Are you questioning my sanity?” the lady drawled from the bed. The detective raised his eye at this, and simply opened her file to the part that read, highlighted: “multiple casualties.”
Just how many more elixirs are you going to pump down my throat before you claim that I’ve recovered my sanity? The formula tastes so bitter; it dries out my mouth and makes my teeth shake. I feel like I’m going to convulse so wildly that my soul will deliberately throw itself out of my body. And yet, you force me to stay in bed, claiming you’re “flushing out the toxins,” all while dousing my whimpering tongue with snake oil.
Belinda Roddie
Slipping on a banana inside my mind. Falling backward into darkness. Heart racing, my arms are flailing even when I tell them to stop. Emptiness hollows out my head like a ice cream scoop in a melon. It’s all melted on the floor with a banana not far away for now.
Jacob
It feels like I’ve lost my sanity. Or was it already too late for that? Perhaps I’ve been like this my entire life. That’s completely possible, and I think some others believe it to be so. Who is to say if they are right? Can I make that determination myself, in a fair and unbiased manner?
Don’t delude yourself. Visions of grandeur are far grander when lived and experienced as they are and not as they should be. You are who you are not just what you believe yourself to be. But who am I to define your vision of sanity?
What is sanity? Sanity is normal. What is normal? Nobody is normal. Nothing is normal. Everything is different and everything is supposed to be different. I hate hearing someone get called “insane” because that is bringing them down so much. Think about someone calling you insane when you’re just acting how you’ve always known.
we as programmers always do a sanity check on our code before release. This will help in keeping our sanity later on while debugging tester created issues.!!
Insanity was always one of her greatest fears. She depended on her logic for everything. It was her safety blanket. Emotions were too much; they were complicated and painful. Logic was simple and comforting, and the thought of losing it absolutely terrified her. She watched it happen to someone she loved and knew that it could happen to her also.
She watched a movie based on a true story about a woman with split personalities and developed a new irrational fear. She was intrigued by everything psychology, but veered away from the topic of split personalities. She didn’t want to expose her mind to the possibilities because she feared that it could happen to her. Perhaps deep down, she recognized her own issues with dissociating from parts of herself were a little too similar.
A person’s state of sanity or insanity is no longer used as a medical diagnosis on its own. That terminology is now used in a legal sense rather than medical. It instead encompasses the many different disorders associated with what makes a person “insane.” So sanity has basically become a subjective method to measure how easy someone is for the rest of society to put up with. Sane people are considered rational, prudent, reasonable, and lucid. Insanity is any state of mind that prevents a normal perception of the world, social interaction, or normal behavior. So sanity is merely what society makes it out to be. Your sanity lives and dies by the people around you.
It takes teamwork to make the dream work and if you cannot get with the picture then you must be insane.
Some doubt my sanity and others will doubt it in the years to come. Not that I am much different than I was 5 years ago or 10 years ago. Not that I am much different than any older person you pass on the street. Not that I am much different than you.
The world was spinning around too fast and she couldn’t get back. She tried her counting technique. It wasn’t working. She closed her eyes. This was her life. This was never going to end.
People say “my sanity is slipping away.” But I think that makes it sound too calm. Too smooth and organised. “Slipping” is not what it feels like. It feels like my sanity is a boulder that is crashing, cracking, and bludgeoning all the way down a raveen.
sanity is overrated. pig fat is too. umbrellas are as well. so are stones, bones, gones, cones and alphabets. what is sanity. do we ever have it before we loose it. do we ever borrow it? can we fake it?
I sneaks up , it is is elusive. Have you seen it? I cant seem to keep a grip on mine, with life keep getting in the way. Maybe we all need a little bit of in sanity to stay true and head north, you Know. But when did you give yours away.
It was not the humanity that concerned so much, but the sanity of the humanity. Everyone was rowing in their own direction, only focussed on where they wanted to go, forgetting that we were all in the same boat. Now, don’t laugh when I say this, the oars are for paddling in the water, they are not weapons.
“Help!” Charlene the famous actress ran screaming into the room. “I’m losing my beautiful hair! I’m losing my sanity! Someone toss me a hair brush! No, not that one! There’s no other brush?! What kind of century are we living in??”
She feared for his sanity. He was roaring and yelling and cursing and swearing – and he was the vicar after all, who she and everybody else knew to be mild of manners and strict in his condemnation of harsh and improper language.
“Are you questioning my sanity?” the lady drawled from the bed. The detective raised his eye at this, and simply opened her file to the part that read, highlighted: “multiple casualties.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” he said with a smile.
Just how many more elixirs are you going to pump down my throat before you claim that I’ve recovered my sanity? The formula tastes so bitter; it dries out my mouth and makes my teeth shake. I feel like I’m going to convulse so wildly that my soul will deliberately throw itself out of my body. And yet, you force me to stay in bed, claiming you’re “flushing out the toxins,” all while dousing my whimpering tongue with snake oil.
Slipping on a banana inside my mind. Falling backward into darkness. Heart racing, my arms are flailing even when I tell them to stop. Emptiness hollows out my head like a ice cream scoop in a melon. It’s all melted on the floor with a banana not far away for now.
It feels like I’ve lost my sanity. Or was it already too late for that? Perhaps I’ve been like this my entire life. That’s completely possible, and I think some others believe it to be so. Who is to say if they are right? Can I make that determination myself, in a fair and unbiased manner?