Sanity?

By: Fireblade



Setting: Psychiatrist's office, patient on couch, psychiatrist in a chair.



Patient appears to be in deep thought.

Doctor: You sure you are of sound mind?

Patient: Of course not. I'm never sure of these things. That's what I came here to prove.

Doctor: That you are not sane? Or you are sane?

Patient: (shrugs) Either one. I'm not overly picky.

Doctor: Tell my why you say that.

Patient: All my life I've been told that I was the eye of the storm. The sanity in an insane world.

I wanna know if those people are right.

Doctor: Well why don't you start at the beginning. When did you first start questioning you sanity?

Patient: I've always questioned my sanity.

Doctor: And why is that?

Patient: I've been told that a man who never questions his sanity is surely insane.

Doctor: (taking great interest) Who told you that?

Patient: My grandfather. He was a great man. Shame he had to leave.

Doctor: Where did he go?

Patient: Oh he didn't leave, he just… left.

The doctor is clearly confused.

Doctor: Could you elaborate?

Patient: He was committed, they put him in the Looney bin. No one ever speaks of it though.

I believe he's dead. But you can never be too sure of things like that can you?

Doctor: Um… yes of course.

Patient: Glad we're on the same wavelength. Now back to my research. Based on what you've heard so far

What do you think?

The doctor scribbles something down.

Doctor: I think that you should visit your grandfather.

Patient: Yeah? (Doctor nods) Great idea. Well thanks doc.

Patient leaves.

Doctor: Nurse, please get me the number of the nearest insane asylum.