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Dad and mom. Or the other way around (I don’t remember whether yin is the female or the male counterpart to the female/male yang).

In any case. When I am around people who are somewhat disorganised, creative, full of ideas and perhaps a little scatterbrained, I become my mother. Their vagueness gets on my nerves, their ideas are so unpragmatic, and their effusiveness speaks incompetence, even stupidity to me. I am the square who brings them down to earth – the spoilsport. I am not saying that my mother was a boring, mean person – she just always saw the very real obstacles to people’s ideas; I believe she just wanted to point out what they had to overcome to get where they wanted to go. But I think I am just a bit nasty. And sometimes jealous that I didn’t come up with the ideas myself. Or just a plain sourpuss.

When I am around people who think linear thoughts, have everything squared away, never have a hair out of place – know everything worth knowing and seem to balance everything with perfect ease – I become my father. I poke holes in their logic by playing devil’s advocate, I become flippant, I become a free spirit and do my very best to shock them with my attitude, language, clothes, and stories (all true, but perhaps slightly overstated…). I irritate them in exactly the same manner as the people in the paragraph above irritate me.

Hmm…. analyze that!

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3 Comments

  1. I think you are a very very normal person. I think it’s a very very normal way to react to other people.

  2. haha, knowing both your mom and dad, I see what you mean…:D

  3. I think this condition is called “Icelandic”. I have the same tendencies at times.
    And, funny enough, I recognized myself in your scatterbrained description, fittingly enough after you diagnosed me with ADHD :D


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