And by crazy, I don’t mean having been admitted to an asylum, but by your own admission, you are crazy.
I’m crazy. I’m not ashamed.
It’s kinda hard to be a genius and not be crazy/insane/a wacko. They go hand in hand.
Hmm… sounds kinda like my new sig file in a few weeks.
So don’t be surprised when 42 is replaced with
Genius and insanity go hand in hand. Can’t have one without the other.
(I am NOT looking for insults from you, ozonebaby, so don’t you dare nibble the bait)
Well, I’m fairly certain that I am. Again, something to do with extreme levels of intelligence, but in my case being a person of great empathy.
I’m fine as long as I wear my tinfoil hat. Blocks the rays from the satellites just fine.
Interestingly, I participated in a research study on depression for the department of Clinical Psyc. at my university. I was one of the non-depressed controls. One of the requirements was to have a psychological assessment done to rule out any possible underlying conditions that could skew the results.
Apparently, I am the picture of mental health. Yep. As sane as sane can be. Not a phobia. Not an episode of depression. Not a neurosis. Not a fetish to be found.
Imagine that.
Al.
[sub]And for the record, according to various widely used tests of intelligence, I’m no dummy either.[/sub]
I am. OCD, chronic depression, anxiety, and insomnia. Some people thing I have disassociative personality symdrome. Cool, huh?
~~I’m the only one here that’s sane…
I’m not crazy, really. Just “so random it could be called insane”, according to my friends.
Denial hear, I’m convinced.
Of course I am! I have a teenager in the house! 
Me, myself & I, ‘hey, knock it off, handy!’ Purple clouds see salmon swim up my nose.
"It is not I who am crazy! IT IS I WHO AM MAD!"
-Loopus
Originally said by someone smarter than me whose identity I have forgotten.
That said, I’m not crazy. I am weird, but not crazy. I have also been described as goofy and bizarre. Never crazy. Nope, never. Crazy, you say? Not me. No way, no how.
This is actually more of a “poll” of sorts and crypto-chicken fellating grubdog as such should be arc tan crystal lattice stair stepping corn dog revolution might be better placed in weaseltronic Elvis wonderbra braggart IMHO.
By the standards of this place, I’m pretty sane.
Of course, that’s not saying a whole helluva lot. 
I consider myself fairly insane.
Tripler
Hell, they call me “Oswald” in real life. As in ‘Lee Harvey’.
Never diagnosed as OCD, but I’d dare say I am, what with my rhythmic counting and daily routines. Anxiety and insomnia are two things that I know very well. Oh, and FTR, I was thisclose to being in an asylum.
Crazy? Maybe. Syko, for sure.
-Syko
A friend in college once said I was the most well-adjusted person he knew. Much later, I realized that that said a lot more about the crowd he hung out with than it did about my state of mind.
I’m going…anybody wanna go with me?
I prefer “eccentric”. Or loveable old loon. But crazy, never. Bwahahahahahahaha! [sub]Oops, was that out loud[/sub]
Of course I am crazy, why else would I post here?