There's no particular reason that I'm posting this. It's just that I've noticed something about myself, and self-analysis is always interesting, so I thought I'd write it down.

I've always thought of myself as a mathematical person, but only recently realised how important this is to me. While I was always very good at all academic subjects, maths has always been my forte. I took GCSE and A level maths two years earlier than usual, and A level further maths one year earlier than usual, and got convincing passes in all of them.

This mathematic-ness seems to pervade my personality and influence my beliefs. I don't justify my political beliefs, for example, by pointing out that they are 'good' or helpful in this way or that. Instead, I try to justify them logically - this belief system is the logical choice as a consequence of this and that fact about human nature.

I tend not to be emotional. I experience annoyance, but I can't think of the last time I was really angry; I'm known for my serenity. It's interesting, because I made a conscious effort a while back to not get angry, because of the consequences angry behaviour has when things cool down. I subject my emotions to logic. The 'robot' label I got in that quiz a while back is certainly deserved.

So, all of this begs the question of why I'm doing an Arts degree. I almost did maths at university, changing my mind only months before it would have been too late. But in truth I don't actually like maths. I prefer to study people, rather than the physical world. People are much more interesting. They also tend to be irrational, something I look on with amusement and struggle to understand.

Is a very good book. Well written, good characterization, good pace, keeps you interested. No real gripes that I can think of. Go now.

In other news, I have decided on a Natwest Account. I would have gone for Halifax, but you have to be 18. Sigh. Anywho, soon I will have plastic money and be at university, so I will be an adult, whatever the birth certificate says.

In yet other news, I am having trouble ordering books for uni. 6 are stuck in France and wont be shipped over until a week into my course, so it's quite difficult to read them beforehand. 1 is not in stock at Waterstones, so they're waitig to get it from the publishers so as to get it to me. This is all very sucky.

I have never written an angry letter to a newspaper before. Let's try that now and reach whole new levels of nerdiness.

I've just realised how few of my blogs are actually about my life. Mostly they seem to be about politics, or memes, or philosophy. This is because a blog dedicated to my life would be exceedingly boring and look something like this:

Day 6091 of existence. Serene. Ate chicken for lunch. Maths was boring today.

Anywho, somebody said to me a couple of days ago that she had never seen me angry. And thinking about it, I realised that I haven't actually been angry for as long as I can remember.

I am generally a very calm person. A few years ago, I decided to try to stop feeling the little anger I did experience now and again through meditation, and since then it's just become natural for me to be calm in the face of what would agitate or stress others. While my blog may seem very heated, because I do feel passionately about much of what I write about, real-me is very laid back.

The realisation that I haven't really been angry for as long as I can remember has led me to come up with the Ritalin Hypothesis. This states that if everybody were on Ritalin, the drug used to calm ADHD kids, many of the world's problems would be solved. People would be too calm and peaceful to actually start wars or fights.

A friend of mine pointed out that there may be wars over who controls the Ritalin supply, but I doubt it, because nobody would care who controlled it as long as they got the Ritalin.

My headteacher was worried that we might get the dose wrong, resulting in the entire human race becoming too apathetic to get off their chairs, ending in everybody dying of hunger. I pointed out that this would end global warming.


In other news, I got 49/72 in my mock Psychology exams, which is an A. I'm quite confident of getting the A there, really. I have become concerned about French though - I need an A in French to get into Oxford, and 2/3 of the grade is coursework and oral. I'm crap at orals (got a C last year) and I'm not sure my coursework is as good as it could be. I should find out soon.


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