I regret the sanity I have. It clashes with the insanity of the world.

You know that person that was just in front of you? Yeah. If you didn't see something nice in that person, someone else will. Yeah, but don't feel bad. Someone else will see something ugly in that person. The problem usually crops up when everyone agrees. They call it democracy.

Someone said that the second coming of Christ will happen. The odds are decreasing, though. Virgins are getting younger and younger these days.

When you have something, you have something to lose. When you are something, you don't.

Exasperation without pragmatic action is worse for your health than smoking unfiltered cigarettes while standing in a puddle of gasoline. On Tuesday. Most doctors wouldn't recommend either.

Worrying you can't do something is worse than finding out that you're right. Worrying about what someone else will do is also worse than finding out that you're right. Worry is just fear in unit time.

It dawned on me that all the psychiatrists and psychologists have it wrong.

You see, sanity is about socks.

You get a nice new pair of socks. After a few times in the washer and dryer, one leaves. Its gone. Your pair is incomplete, so you borrow from another pair - but now, that other pair is missing one. Eventually, you might get lucky and have 2 pair missing one sock - so you buy another pair, and everything appears right.

But, you see, the socks are not the original pairs. They do the job, but they aren't the actual pairs.

Years pass. You have no matching pairs. To all who view your socks, including you, you seem to have matching pairs. But they aren't.

So you go to a psychiatrist.