Late-night musings

It's late, and given my present solitary state my mind has turned inwardly. I took a personality-type quiz in my tutoring class, indicating where I ranked on the scale of passiveness and aggressiveness. Not surprisingly, my score ranked me among the most passive in the class. Apparently I'm easy to get along with, I rarely quarrel with people, choosing to bear the little things that annoy me in silence rather than to do anything about them. That is until I reach a certain point where I snap into aggressiveness and then I am perpetually angry. And I have been shifting more and more into that anger as of late. I thought being angry at the world was something a person shed in adolescence, and while I do not claim to be far removed from my adolescence, I thought I might have made some progress. But now, all it takes is for one little thing, as little as a week of phone-silence or a loud laugh that distracts me from studying, and I have to bite back angry words and hope my silence or my eyes do not reveal my temper. And then I switch back into passiveness, remembering that nothing whatsoever entitles me to the things I want, be they a phone call, silence, a feeling of inclusion, of being wanted, of mattering, or a kept word. And now I've probably worried you, which was not my intention, so please do not worry; I'll get over it soon enough.

In other news, I have another grade to announce. Quantitative Chemistry: A+