A little overnight thinking while enduring the pains of menstruation sometimes tends to get a little tedious, especially if most of your thoughts stray towards unwanted academics. For a fortnight I've been wondering on how to deal with a stupid, old, incompetent teacher who's older than my grandmother and thinks like a 17th century witch hunter. Add to those thoughts are random spouts of brilliance which take only a second or two to completely dissolve into Brilliant Thoughts Oblivion. Put them all together and you get a terrifying conclave of giddiness, slash-recklessness, and caffeine-high-reactions. Mash them up with stupid IMS (In-Menstruation Syndrome) and you also get a battered boyfriend, an overkill of Level 0 monsters in your favorite MMORPG game, and a bunch of witless comments about the world and how it works.

It is such a wonder my friends put up with me. But then again, it is such a wonder I put up with my friends. I took an Enneagram test yesterday and found that I was allegedly an individualist, and I thought to myself how being an individualist helps me in my relationship with my friends and in the long run, I can't seem to think of any help it gives. Somehow I even feel like it complicates things, especially as I now know why I seem to have a fixation for staying away from people. But at least it is some sort of explanation to my commitment issues and my inability to be responsible for anyone other than myself (or anyone, especially myself). And as I re-read Pride and Prejudice last night (my everlasting favorite), I came across Lizzy's words:

"You are a very strange creature, by way of a friend." -Elizabeth Bennet (Austen, Pride and Prejudice)

 and it hit me that indeed, some friends are very strange in their ways of being so. For an extremely concrete example, take me. And my friends. I would not be lying when I say we're completely different and most of the time our opinions clash and grate against each other and it could often get infuriating. (This is probably the part where I mention I just typed "Eat your dinner" in Leir's chat box.) Whilst we're on the subject of being infuriating, here are my eyes, saying they need to close.

Yet again I leave without finishing what I'm writing.