Overanalysis of my self

One of the hard things about being an adult, for me at least, is that I'm too familiar with my own patterns. I know where The Crazy is, and I recognize when I'm standing in it. That rarely actually helps, and but there's a certain Heisenburg-esque thing that I can do. If I let the wrong people know exactly where I am, I start moving in a different direction.

For instance, I understand and agree with Princess Dragonbait's reasons for ending our relationship. But if I go too far in that direction, I'll get into a sort of "Fuck you, those grapes were sour anyway" sort of mental state, which is not Conducive To My Goals.

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Sign of the times

I now get worried and check my internet connection when I don't get at least one piece of spam every 30 minutes.