Hi, everyone! You knew I was coming to this party, didn’t you?
For any who don’t know: I’m a diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic, a schizzy-rights activist and a psychiatric treatment-refuser.
So, to the question: Is sanity just a form of conformity?
Well, sort of. Mind if I go at it from a different angle though?
In order to be “sane”, in the sense of having your feet on the ground, of being able to understand your world well enough to accurately predict outcomes of behaviors and interpret observations as part of ongoing phenomena, etc etc – a state of mind that generally, though not always, also causes you to be perceived as “sane” by others – we depend to a very high extent on ratification of our thought processes by other people. That’s how we stay grounded. If I isolate you from other people, so that you aren’t getting that kind of feedback, you are stripped of a lot of your ability to separate your own mental chaff from your healthy cognitive and emotional wheat, get my drift?
Well, but. What if, for some reason, you were surrounded by people who believed things that you did not believe to be true at all, and because that belief system was part of their shared reality they tended to build on it and draw other conclusions which, to you, seemed as nutty as the faulty beliefs on which they were based. Having the courage of your convictions, you exist as a nonconformist.
And, in doing so, you isolate yourself and expose yourself to the “mental chaff” problem I described above. But the alternative doesn’t look any healthier, does it? Conforming to a shared belief system and world-view that makes no sense to you, just to get by and be part of the society?
And yet that’s exactly what a great many individuals do in modern society. Because modern society is very very complex and huge chunks of it don’t make inherent or intuitive sense. You watch people’s behavior and you don’t see why they are doing what they’re doing; you get older and you understand more of how society is organized but again you don’t see why we do it that way, why it has to be that way. Gradually, as you get older, you begin to be able to put voice to questions, deep serious questions about life and values as well as method and lifestyle and habit and behavior – the kind of questions to which a coherent belief system and a coherent social arrangement of behaviors and structures would constitute an answer. But however simple that kind of thing might have been 10,000 years ago, it ain’t so simple now. To be blunt, lots of people get frustrated and shrug and sigh and quit trying to make sense of things, and instead look around to see who seems to be surviving relatively well, and they emulate them, more or less blindly.
Oh yeah: and, having done so, they are quite likely to get bristly and defensive in the presence of anyone who persists in questioning and trying to figure things out and make sense of things, especially if they reject the importance of conformity to things for which there is no obvious apparent reason for doing them that way.
So, in conclusion: we don’t really have a sanity. We have an array of choices between conformity to systems of thought and behavior we don’t fully understand and which aren’t well understood by the people who are already participants therein, which isn’t “sane” in the feet-on-the-ground sense; or we can strike out stubbornly on our own, trying to make sense of the complexities of modern life, questioning everything, and running the risk of going off on a tangent and staying there in the absence of feedback (the “mental chaff” problem again) and building upon our delusional thinking and perhaps ending up just as lost as the conformist-sheep, except without the companionship and cameraderie. And that’s not “sane” either, of course.
Me, I’m a lifetime stubborn nut type, the eccentric social-hermit form of not-necessarily-sane. I’ve found it helps to have a good sense of humor: it enables you to throw out huge chunks of stuff you fervently embraced after finally deciding it has a kind of chafflike feel to it when you re-examine it, without it savaging your ego and dignity too bad to endure the hit.