2008 has been a bad, bad year for me so far. I’ve mentioned this repeatedly before this post, but this current time in particular is very trying. I can’t wrap my mind around the enormous shitiness of my current situation and it astonishes me that I am still alive and willing to take it some more. It’s either hope or curiosity that’s keeping me going. Probably curiosity though.

I don’t like it how people tend to portray future life to be all perfect and happy if you get married or find the perfect job for example. That’s simply not true because happiness is always short-lived, and I don’t care if you meditate or pray or shop to sustain that illusive state, it just does not last. Maybe it’s just me but my life unfolds as a series of depressing or frustrating episodes with significantly few bright interludes that do not last more than a day at a time, if not only hours.

My family thinks it’s because I’ve abandoned faith. I say psshh, one would think god has better things to do than take it personally and take it out on me. Think of the wars and natural disasters and true and actual “sins” taking place and stop with all that superstitious talk, and then compare all that to me…a 20-something young woman trying to figure things out in an oppressive society. Seriously, he’d have a lot of issues if he were to single me out and pick on me. I wouldn’t worship that guy.

I personally think it has to do with my eternal incapability to decide. I can never make a big decision and be comfortable with it on the long run, and I also have a problem with authority. These two combined with my fear of time make for a very interesting cocktail — the buzz of which you must be feeling or otherwise you wouldn’t be reading my thoughts. But to me, the actual person, it’s not half as interesting as it sounds and I sometimes wonder why I can’t be just like everyone else. No overthinking, no calculating, no challenging, no arguing, more sheep-like than tololy-like. I really wonder. Just a tad of submissiveness is all it takes to bliss, honestly. I just can’t bring myself to grow that tumor. Can’t.

All of my life I made the decisions that were socially appropriate. For example, in 3rd grade, I wore the veil because my mother encouraged it and everyone around me had one on. I registered in the literary stream during my high school years because I hated math but also because I wanted to get a good result and make my mother proud. I had originally wanted to become a nurse or a vet (luckily for everyone, that didn’t happen.) Then I did not major in art history as I thought I wanted, because my mother thought that only dumb people opt for arts, and what sort of a job would I get after graduation? During college I missed out on scholarships because it was not “right” for me as a young woman to travel alone. The same thing happened over and over, but I was fine. It was when I started having trouble with adhering to social restraints that my life went downhill.

That started years ago. Now my life has almost hit rock bottom, but it’s not quite there yet. If I insist some more I can guarantee that it will be there in no time. I think I must have done some unbelievably horrible act of cruelty to a lot of people (not animals though, I love them more than humans) at some point in time in a different life, or maybe this one, to have earned this. It’s either that or I’m just seriously and chronically unlucky and designed to be miserable. Whatever it is, it’s not groovy and I want my money back.

I took the Jung Typology Test, and if you’re interested in knowing a little bit more about my personality (if my bio page did not already reveal enough), stick around.

I am of the personality type INTJ, which means that I am 67% introverted, 75% intuitive, 88% thinking, and 1% judging. All this translates to my being a Rational Mastermind. I like that title! It makes me feel like an evil little mad scientist!

Masterminds will adopt ideas only if they are useful, which is to say if they work efficiently toward accomplishing the Mastermind’s well-defined goals. Natural leaders, Masterminds are not at all eager to take command of projects or groups, preferring to stay in the background until others demonstrate their inability to lead. Once in charge, however, Masterminds are the supreme pragmatists, seeing reality as a crucible for refining their strategies for goal-directed action. In a sense, Masterminds approach reality as they would a giant chess board, always seeking strategies that have a high payoff, and always devising contingency plans in case of error or adversity.

That pretty much sounds like me. I am not fond of loud, bossy types who equal nothing but fluff and connections. To me, they are shallow and emotionally unbalanced people who compensate for their lack of quality by being loud and bossy. Quite honestly, I usually find myself annoyed when in the company of said people and even though I don’t normally enjoy confrontation, I find that I continuously clash with these types both verbally and intellectually. I am really loud and obnoxious when irritated, and I like how that surprises these people every time.

I am more on the calculating side of things than on the shove-myself-down-people’s-throats type. I am not boasting when I say that when I assume a position of leadership, the outcome is always stellar. That said, I usually avoid working in groups because I feel that group work usually sucks individualism away and I like to stand out and take credit for my work without associating with less-than-brilliant people. Is that uppish?

To outsiders, INTJs may appear to project an aura of “definiteness”, of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less decisive, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge systems that most INTJs start building at an early age.

This practicality that is very much a part of who I am is not always pleasant. I am both practical and passionate about certain people and things, but not enough to lose my balance, which in turn has earned me a reputation of being impersonal, aloof, or heartless. This goes for my position on relationships, work, religion, and basically everything else. It is not easy being an extremely rational person in a society that always asks you to take concepts and practices for granted. My mom calls my attitude “3anjaheyyeh,” while I call it “thinking for myself.”

To complicate matters, INTJs are usually extremely private people, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes them easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that INTJs really want people to make sense. :-) This sometimes results in a peculiar naivety.

I am not an extremely private person, on the contrary, I am ultra-friendly with people whom I perceive to be on the same “wavelength” as I am. With other people, well, I don’t see why I should be as friendly to them and so I keep my distance. This goes mostly for my behavior in a work environment and in forming new friendships. It’s very functional.

Interestingly, both Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling are INTJs. No wonder I love the Silence of the Lambs trilogy and its characters so much!

You can take the test too and post your results here. For now, this Rational Mastermind bids you adieu.

I am living proof that things can ALWAYS get much worse. As if all the suffering I have gone through since the start of 2008 was not enough, today more bad things happened.

I woke up with a badly sore throat and muscle ache all over, but I helped clear out a room that we wanted to paint. I kept going back and forth in the house to transfer objects from this room elsewhere. I hadn’t had breakfast yet because we were in a hurry to get the room ready. When the room was cleared out, my brother was dissembling a bed that remained there. I happened to walk by as he was working on the other end of the bed, and BAM!, a large wooden board fell on both my feet. The pain was excruciating. I remember leaning my hand against the wall and saying ‘it’s okay.’

When I woke up, my vision was blurry and my head hurt like a bitch. I saw my mother’s face, with tears in her eyes, and then I saw my brother wiping a damp cloth on my face and on my feet. I thought I was dreaming. My feet were killing me, and my head was buzzing. I asked them, ‘what happened?,’ and they just told me to stay still. I was very hot and I was trying to move the turtle neck I was wearing away from my neck. Everything hurt and I was very confused. Then I started crying.

Later on, I realized I had fainted and fell on the floor head-first. They tell me they thought I was okay when I leaned against the wall but that I suddenly seemed to want to stand tall and instead just dropped to the floor. When my head banged against the floor, I opened my eyes, then I was gone. Luckily, I didn’t bang my head on a sharp angle or any object. I got up after a while, bruised and shaken. I guess my system shut down because I was in a lot of pain, and the stress probably helped.

So, you see, 2008 is not my year. In addition to that early morning incident, which I remember every time I look at my blue-purple feet or try to move, I had a presentation to do at school and I did it because I did not want to lose the grades. I also learned that fixing my car will cost me 700 JD, which is obviously a fortune. Also, I have a research proposal to submit tomorrow and a midterm exam the day after.

I am extremely hating my life right now.

ANYONE who dares call me a pessimist as if it’s a bad thing will get bitchslapped by me until their nose bleeds maggots and their head becomes a hallowed ashtray for the butts of my cigarettes. That is a promise.

Lately, all the sleep I have been getting has been a series of absurd and torturous nightmares ending with my waking up struggling to breathe. That’s if I sleep at all — I didn’t sleep last night because of some stupid stupid overthinking that I did NOT ask my brain to do, and which caused me to stay home today because I could not zombie to work because then I would not have produced anything of value.

Then, amidst all that sleep deprivation and mental anxiety, I have to perform at school. I have reports and term papers to write, I have a presentation that’s worth a ton of grades to do, I have to think and write and act normal when all I want to say to all the people in my classes, professors and students alike is: Sod off! I do not care if you want to write about the social positions of students in the classroom, and I do not care if the professor thinks it’s a good idea, I do not care about the history of the American economy, and I do not give a rat’s ass about any of the babies in your bellies –you pregnant students– or your wedding plans –you engaged ones– and most of all, I do not like how bitchy uppish you have become JUST because you will graduate this semester, as if that gives you an automatic god status. So yes, don’t talk to me during breaks. I like it that way. Bitches.

But something tops all that. In the past two weeks, I have had THREE major bad things happen to my beautiful car. First her battery died, then I gave her side a good rub against a trash can I did not see while parking in the garage and thus she needs a paint job now, and today it seems I have to replace the whole transmission system which will cost me a fortune and which was not among my foreseen expenses for March. Interestingly, it all happened after a certain group of people known for their ‘evil eye powers’ saw her for the first time. Am I being irrationally superstitious? No, just stating the facts. What are the odds of your car getting thrice wrecked like that within the span of 14 days from the day a certain group known for their evil eye saw it? I don’t know, you tell me.

And let’s not forget my computer troubles. First I lost everything I had on it upon installing Ubuntu Linux. Then I couldn’t properly install it, so I had to ask for help and then it was properly installed. Then some idiot gave me a malicious command on the SUPPORT FORUMS, and he did it on purpose, and it erased everything on my hard disk AGAIN. That unjustified sick behavior really got to me, it even made me think of extreme ways to vindicate myself.

Oh, yeah, and let’s not forget that in January I lost my bellyring. I had planned to go to NYC in the summer to get re-pierced, but that is almost impossible now thanks to the above mentioned catastrophes that I have had to endure for the past three months since the start of 2008. There’s no going anywhere for me this summer. No break from social censorship, no spa for my sanity, nothing.

That’s not all. I am under a lot of pressure to magically know exactly what I want to do from now until the day I die, and I am supposed to make a huge decision which I am not equipped to make and which will affect every aspect of my life. I am even tired of complaining to people I know about the enormous shites I am facing. I see no point in talking about what’s bringing me down at a single moment, because I know in the next moment something more severe will happen to me and I will complain about it too.

I hate 2008 with all my heart, it is an anathema to me. This March has been worse than last May. As far as I see it, 2008 has been the worst year in my life thus far. And people DARE call me a pessimist with a sneer, as if I am rejecting the joys of life which are flowing into my lap at all times and choosing to be a brooding grump, as if pessimism is a disease of some sort. I call optimism in my case a disease, an obvious state of disconnection from reality. I don’t live in a bubble, you optimists you, I live in reality. Now go ahead, call me a pessimist and curl your lips, if you dare.

I discovered that the more active I am on my blog, the less frequently I write in my diary. I risk losing a lot of memories this way. I must stop before it is too late.

I discovered that I think too much. I overthink, if there is such an activity. It’s not my fault that I can overthink. Lately, I have been overthinking above my average overthinking rates, and it’s giving me difficulty-breathing nightmares and skin-picking fits. It’s not a happy state.

I also discovered that what I have been suffering from for years and years is actually a form of mania. It’s called Dermatillomania and I have it. The knowledge that there are other people who have the same feelings is comforting. The knowledge that I have a mental disorder, a form of mania, is disturbing. I guess it’s romantic in a really skewed way, but whatever, who’s got time to be romantic these days? I want it to go away. Been wanting it to go away for years. It’s still here.

I am wondering why I am still awake looking at pictures when I should have been sleeping for the past three hours. I must wake up early tomorrow to go spend the weekend in Karak. I am promised lots and lots of BBQing and Pepsi, and many siestas. Maybe a chameleon or two, if I am lucky. Maybe I will fall and crush my skull on a stone, who knows.

I want to take a break that lasts a few years. I do not want to socialize with anybody during this time. Just relax in a library overlooking a beach and have an infinite supply of flavored soda and shrimp. I also want to have a fast internet connection and a personal masseur who looks like Craig Ferguson or Johnny Depp or the guy I had a crush on during my freshman year at college.

Then there is the question of personal destiny. People assume, if you are outspoken and independent, that you know exactly where you are headed. They wait for you to make decisions pronto, and they expect you to understand them fully. Little do they know that you are playing it by ear, just learning the ropes like the amateur that you are, all of your superficial extravaganza aside.

And what do you do? You feel stuck, uncertain, unprepared. Then you moronically blog about it.