I say this as someone whos mannerisms have been completely warped by video. And I can't stop watching more, more movies, more tv shows. Always want more.
I think video may have arrested or retarded our development as a species, everyone takes their cues from video entertainment, and it's all incestuous (references upon references, little originality, and that's just conceptually, there's even less originality if you focus in on the acting.), people learn how to behave not from those around them (including live theater), but from these unchanging, static things. Their movement is illusory, and in this illusion people take on attributes of the illusion. They behave in "generic" ways, because they are all reading from the same script, and are all seeing the same videos, more or less. Want to meet someone unique, meet someone who maybe hasn't seen very many videos. Someone like Grandma, or Grandpa, or a backwoods person. Books are different, because they are a framework the reader can drape their vision of the world upon, the people in the same book will walk and talk differently depending on the readers preconceived notions of how people walk and talk.
What is a sane person? In this context, a sane person is one who understands the complex work, determination, and patience (and knowledge) that goes into taking care of ones self (instead of being the pet of a wealthy master, doing tricks for scraps). They also understand the extremely heavy consequences of theft or assault in a survival circumstance, so they won't even chance it.
Since the world will collapse soon (5-25 years I guess) make sure you work extra hard on gardening! It's very important, find likeminded people to talk about self sufficiency with, even if you don't make friends you will get valuable ideas! Ideally though, when shtf you are going to want to be involved in a network of sane people to trade and collaborate with.
I swore to serve ideals, and it's gotten me a whole lot of nothing, I suppose.
In the end, none of this will matter, it is only while living that one may feel dis-ease, and with the inevitable closing of my life I suppose so too will come an end to my whimsy.
The Trench