Anything to add?

…one old love
she can imagine
going back to…
and one who reminds
her how far she has come…

…enough money within her
control to move out and
rent a place of her own
even if she never wants
to or needs to…

..something perfect to wear if
the employer or date of her dreams
wants to see her in an hour…

…a youth she’s content
to leave behind…
…a past juicy enough that
she’s looking forward to
retelling it in her old age…

…a set of screwdrivers, a
cordless drill, and a black lace bra… friend who always makes
her laugh… and one who lets her cry…

…a good piece of furniture
not previously owned by anyone
else in her family…

…eight matching plates, wine
glasses with stems, and a recipe
for a meal that will make her
guests feel honored..

..a feeling of control over
her destiny…
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW… to fall in love without losing
herself.. to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend
without ruining the
when to walk away…

..that she can’t change the
length of her calves, the width
of her hips, or the nature of her

…that her childhood may not
have been perfect…but its over…

..what she would and wouldn’t
do for love or more…

…how to live alone… even if
she doesn’t like it…

…whom she can trust, whom she
can’t, and why she shouldn’t take
it personally…

..where to go… be it to her
best friend’s kitchen table…
or a charming inn in the woods…
when her soul needs soothing…

..what she can and can’t
accomplish in a day…
a month…and a year…

I died.

Personal Identity Theories

But, I seem to be a little bit odd :

How have you done compared to other people?

54 out of 9780 people chose the same path through the scenarios as you. To date, 4815 people have followed a path through these scenarios which is consistent with at least one of the three theories of personal identity specified above, compared to 4965 people who have not.

Help from my old arch-nemesis.. :)

Why Women Suck

Storm, if you’re reading this, then thanks for the clear description. I think you’re on to something with the masochist thing 🙂 Personally, at least in the way you describe it, I feel like some unfortunate combination of (nice-guy male) + (nonsensical female) in the same head…

Anyway, it was just more helpful than you realise to see something so clearly expressed from the nice-guy point of view. It clarified vague thoughts that I’ve been trying to tie down for the last few hours… ^_^


I spent the afternoon being all helpful and nice to prospective students, selling cognitive science as a great course and exeter as a great place.

Then I went out to that pub I went last week, although this time there was live music – a band called ‘rage’ who, surprisingly enough, are a rage against the machine tribute band.

I enjoyed it – live music is my drug. I was sitting right near the front where I could feel the bass and the energy the rappist was putting into the songs.. I think the band would be offended if I told them that there music was therapeutic. 🙂

Other than that, I seem to be constructing a mental web of fuckwittage round myself for people including myself to get tangled in. I don’t know why I do this, and at some point very soon the people I tell to get out of my life actually -will- and then I won’t be happy any more. I’ve promised myself time to think on this later; right now I have to get up properly and finish my essay.

Everything is about ‘finishing my essay’ right now. I feel like I’m either procrastinating on my essay, or using my essay to procrastinate on life issues. blah.

On to some kind of next stage?

Well, Zak’s now moved out into his own house (tiny little pokey place it is as well) and it’s like a part of me has breathed a huge sigh of relief. There’s another part of me that got all stressey and vaguely upset yesterday, and after an unhealthy amount of introspection I reckon it’s to do with the fact it actually -liked- to have someone to worry about and look after/organise.

However, the way my life is going, that side of things seems to be getting pruned out, since I can only really worry about myself for a bit if I want to stay healthy. Right now I feel a bit -blah-

I’m not sure where my emotion is, but I certainly don’t miss him like I almost wish I did. It’s like our relationship has now been put on a next stage, where depending on each other (parenting each other?) is no longer an issue… now we need to be even more like two independant adults who can …something. I feel quite callous in that I’m not even sure if the sort of things -he- can give me is what I need any more.

Still, right now it’s all introspection and confusion. Something’s changed. I guess I just wait now and find out what.