On emotions, mostly

The fact that we are ONE WEEK AWAY from senior spring makes me want to throw my hands up and say, "Oh, lordy."

Because as much as I'm looking forward to the destination, I'm really not looking forward to the journey. And so I am faced with an emotional conundrum: to be excited for the new semester of no stress, or to be terrified and furious over the sheer amount of work I'm going to have to do in a three-day period.

And so I pick my usual option. Procrastinate!

I shall write not about how emotionally I am torn asunder, but instead about how I really, really like Howl's Moving Castle. In this particular instance, I am referring to the book, not the movie (though I love the movie too), because really at this point in my life I would like nothing more than to follow the protagonist's example and express my feelings with highly acidic weed-killer in a watering can.

I also am fond of the view I get from my house. I can see an airport, and I'm pretty much at the highest point for miles facing south, so I can actually see clear across the lake to the top of the hills on the mainland. It's nice, actually, when I'm staying up late and I'm the only one awake in the house, because I can look out the window from the study and see all the lights and it's very comforting. The one time when the fog was thick enough that I couldn't see anything, it was really weird.

I'm thinking right now about movie references, and people who make movie references, and people who don't get movie references, and if you haven't picked up on the fact that I'm a little loopy right now, you are either oblivious or....not reading. I tend to be the don't-get-references sort unless I'm with my sister, who has seen pretty much all the same movies I have and therefore only makes references that I will get.

I will also, always and forever, understand when someone talks about eating liver with fava beans and a nice Chianti. Even though I've never seen that movie, and plan on keeping things that way. I'm not a big horror movie fan, or even really a suspense/thriller movie fan. I like action, yes, but of the straightforward sort. The sneaking around and the magically appearing from behind furniture and the shrieking and the screaming just doesn't do it for me.

I kind of wonder sometimes, "If I had psychic powers, what would I have?" And I've reached the conclusion that I would probably be an empath, which is easily the lamest sort of psychic ever because you don't get to do anything, you just get to suffer through an emotional hurricane. I mean, there are only so many basic sorts of psychic powers, right? Telepathy, telekinesis, precognition, empathy (which I consider psychic only in the form where it's reverse-telepathy).

And I've reached this decision two ways. One of these is process of elimination: telepathy and telekinesis require someone to be good at forcing other things to suit them, which I most definitely suck at. Precognition requires someone to be good at reading patterns and making predictions which again, I am terrible at.

On the other hand, I'm very, very good at getting upset just because someone else is upset. On my own I'm very emotionally neutral, but if I'm around happy people or angry people or sad people, I become happy or angry or sad. If I read something about happy people, I become happy. If I listen to a story about sad people, I become sad. Et cetera. It doesn't need to be face-to-face with someone I actually know (which I should think influences most people's emotions to some degree).

Anyways, something to consider. What sort of psychic are YOU?

....Suddenly I feel ashamed and like one of those banner ads that ask you "What Twilight character are YOU?"

Sorry.