Holy crap!

According to that test that kimberly_a posted, I have an emotional quotient of 73 (out of a potential 80).

That's compared to an average of 47 in women and 42 in men. Yeesh. No wonder I'm such a basket case!

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Okay, apparently I scored pretty high on the Systemising thing too, namely 57.

I'm a freak. ;)

Please keep your arms and legs inside the roller coaster at all times

Down we go.

Funny how when I'm depressed I feel so much more logical than when I'm hypomanic, even though there's a small part of me that knows that both states are just as irrational one as the other.

Right now it's so easy to believe that I'm worthless, that people only bother with me out of pity or because they don't know what I'm "really" like. Shit. I can think of at least 100 reasons to convince myself that I'm not worth anybody's time, including my own, that I'm going to fail at everything I try in my life because I'm just not good enough, or worse, that I'm just going to be mediocre at everything.

And then a small voice at the back of my mind pipes up: "Think you might be depressed and not really rational?" And then it gets swatted like an annoying gnat, because, obviously, it must be wrong.

I'm going to have dinner with the Parental Units tonight. I think I'll bring my knitting with me and try not to be too antisocial or crabby with them. It's not their fault I'm fucked up. :P