At this point I've gotten used to this sort of abuse and it rarely reaches above "irritating" on my annoyance-o-meter but I do think it has caused some problems over time. I mean it wouldn't take a Princeton educated psychologist with a 77 year old book agent and a Larry Bird fetish to relate this stuff to my desire for solitude and my extreme ambivalence about romantic relationships and the like. It's probably not unrelated to my dislike for females either, though intellectually that's more a reaction to the extreme amount of feminism I've been exposed to and a desire to ruffle feathers.
The past couple of weeks have been a whirlwind in a lot of ways. There's been fear, confusion, and alarm mixed in with a lot of new and wonderful stuff. I just hope that my volatility/insecurity isn't going to cause hurt to another person who I care about and who really doesn't deserve it.
Today is a snow day. I should go out and play in it but I don't like the snow during the day. It just feels grey and wet. Night time is the right time, when there's no sun to melt it and it can gleam in the darkness. I'm really glad classes were cancelled though, since I didn't want to write my stupid paper for today and now I get until wednesday. Of course that means I have a LOT of work to do for wednesday but I'll handle it. I always do.
Besides, there are better things to be thinking about at the moment.