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Mystical values like common sense, moderation and serenity have never been strong points of mine. Old school friends are amused to discover that I still embroil myself in scandalous and convoluted situations on a somewhat regular basis, just as I did throughout secondary school. Maybe the situations aren't quite the same; I'd like to think I occasionally learn something. Sometimes it's too easy to envisage my life as a storyline in Sex and the City. Not in the promiscuous-glamourous sense, but in the way that Carrie does that cheesy 'join the dots' analysis on whatever overarching ideal the gang are coming to grips with in any given week.
I guess that comes down to my fondness for analysis. As I said to Joanna today, sometimes I have been known to take this a little too far. There was that time when a certain lad sent me a letter, when I was in first year in Otago. Contents aside, I spent hours agonising over what it could mean that the page wasn't folded exactly flush. What agonies was he suffering? What hidden message was he trying to give me?? You get the picture. So, beware. If you use punctuation in an unorthodox way, I will draw conclusions. If you make random statements capable of misinterpretation, I'll come up with nuances you never dreamed of. While you're at it, exactly why are you wearing that particular t-shirt/top hat/silver fedora? Hell, I'll read into anything. I'm only deluding myself, right? Oh - and entertaining my friends.