What keeps you sane?
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It's mainly metal that helps me unwind. If I didn't discover the guitar and it's soothing qualities, I would've ended up a lot more messed up...
Music, willpower, on-line gaming and that once in a while I see good actions made by other people.
But then I read the news and (yet another) person has been killed and mutilated by some lunatic, seriously, who does that? Does he/she not have any conscious at all?
But then I read the news and (yet another) person has been killed and mutilated by some lunatic, seriously, who does that? Does he/she not have any conscious at all?
An interesting claim to make, is sanity.
I'm reminded of Saul Kripke's Philosophical Zombie concept, whereby a person could act and interact exactly like everybody else, but have no actual consciousness, simply a staggering degree of pre-determined instructions which it follows, thus giving it the illusion of free will.
I wonder, if it acts and interacts sane, is it truly said to be sane, or is the insanity simply coming out in a different, unseen way? If you couldn't tell by being around the person that they weren't sane, does it truly mean they're sane or have they just internalised their insanity?
Not sure how well that really translated, it just was the first thing that came to mind when I saw the topic.
I'm reminded of Saul Kripke's Philosophical Zombie concept, whereby a person could act and interact exactly like everybody else, but have no actual consciousness, simply a staggering degree of pre-determined instructions which it follows, thus giving it the illusion of free will.
I wonder, if it acts and interacts sane, is it truly said to be sane, or is the insanity simply coming out in a different, unseen way? If you couldn't tell by being around the person that they weren't sane, does it truly mean they're sane or have they just internalised their insanity?
Not sure how well that really translated, it just was the first thing that came to mind when I saw the topic.
Bacon. Bacon keeps me sane.
And pancakes.
AND TACOS.
As well as donuts.
Might as well say that a large steak is pretty good at keeping the crazies down.
So, yeah. Food keeps me sane.
Om nom nom.
Oh, and cigarettes.
I would've gone up the wall if I didn't have those.
And pancakes.
AND TACOS.
As well as donuts.
Might as well say that a large steak is pretty good at keeping the crazies down.
So, yeah. Food keeps me sane.
Om nom nom.
Oh, and cigarettes.
I would've gone up the wall if I didn't have those.
Man, I'm so jealous of crazy people sometimes. I dunno, that ability to just let go of what really is and live off in lala land seems pretty nifty. Obviously it would cause problems and blah, blah, blah, but really the only thing keeping me sane some days is the simple fact that I don't know how to be anything else.
What keeps me sane? The realization that life is one big random and complex situation and thus everything is based on chance. Wether you achieve what you want or not is never given, so take a chance 
. (I don't believe in determinism)
. (I don't believe in determinism)
My girlfriend, listening to music, playing games, and that occasional fervour that will me write a song for about 10 hours at a time.
video games, good friends and relieving stress by getting the chainsaw in saints row 2 and butchering myself to happiness
Gaming. Not entirely sure it's working, as the mad laughter over the mic experienced by people on my recent player list would no doubt agree, but it has at least stopped me killing myself thus far. Still, I do find myself watching doomsday and thinking Sol and his crazed gang seem like fun guys.
and then there's the thought that the people who have driven me to insanity are heading iescapibly to a hellish oblivion of their own creation, in a route that will lead nowhere else but to their eventual lonely suicides. When this happens, I will laugh like Sheogorath watching a dead bird slowly decay.
and then there's the thought that the people who have driven me to insanity are heading iescapibly to a hellish oblivion of their own creation, in a route that will lead nowhere else but to their eventual lonely suicides. When this happens, I will laugh like Sheogorath watching a dead bird slowly decay.
Writing fantasy stories. BY HAND. None o' this trendy laptop writing, thanks. Being able to write and express my feelings through fantasy settings and characters help keep me from eating painkillers like skittles.
my music and starcraft. If I have a day of extreme stress, a good game of starcraft causes slight adrenaline that helps me concentrate faster that makes it worse, but once the game finishes (usually if its a win) I feel relaxed.
