What's the threshold between sanity and insanity? According to what I've observed, the threshold is often whatever each person defines it to be. To me that doesn't make sense. Yet at the same time, it does make sense. That's because we live in a dystopia: A world where nonesense makes sense. Consider this: When I first learned about Asperger's disorder (which I don't recognize as a real mental disorder), I asked the therapist I was seeing at the time if I had it. After consulting her copy of the DSM-IV-TR, she determined that I didn't have Asperger's disorder even though I had some of the symptoms -- and borderline at that. Some weeks later, she suddenly decided that I did have Asperger's disorder. Apprently, this was because she had gone to some psychological conference of some sort. When I asked her if Asperger's disorder would even be considered a disorder of the majority of people had it, she said it wouldn't be a disorder in that case. I guess that's what I get for seeing a therapist who's not as smart as I am. (Geico.com. It's so easy, a therapist can use it.)

I suspect that mental illness is often defined by the kind of environment you're living in. (I got that notion from some psychological book I read a couple of years ago.) The current environment in which I live defines me as being mentally disturbed since I continue to resist conforming. But if I lived in an environment where the majority of people behaved in a manner similar to mine, then I'd be defined as being quite sane. But since I'm stuck in this dystopian pseudo-society and since I find conforming to many of its ways to be extremely boring, it looks like the best option I have is to associate as much as possible with people who can tolerate my atypical personality. And I've say that before a bunch of times.