Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	High
Schizotypal:	High
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
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Okay, I'll buy Schizoid, and If I streached my thought track a little I might be willing to buy Schizotypal - I wouldn't be textbook, but there you go. To be honnest, I didn't even know Schizoid was an actual mental condition. I always just blamed it on my primarry school exclusion, where I was neither italian, christian or particularly interesting.

Oftentimes it really seems a pitty that Lauren came back and chased me around the school that day. I think I was a bit funny in the head when I was a kid. An old friend came back from a distant city and decided to pick up our friendship where we left off. I, however, didn't want friends any more and told her to get stuffed. I ended up running all around the school, bawling my eyes out like a deranged crocodile, with her and a couple of girls I really didn't like chasing after me. Then she hit me with the big guns. 'You promised we'd be friends!'. Ouch. What exactly could I say? I wasn't smart enough to come up with a response. So I got a friend. A friend I could sing harmony with at that.

This progressed to the days of the four girl clique- ours and theirs. You all know them. They are not us. Ours existed to make fun of theirs. And I got to be the spare - Whover was not in the main 'two-girl' group at the time was with me. Which was okay, because I at least got to be useful. It was the other girl who was excluded from the current 'two-girl' group that you had to pitty. How bitter would SHE have felt?
All in all, it prepared me for highschool, and the power-plays inherent in the lower year-levels social structure. It's a very pack-orientated time, a whole tone of new kids with a chance to build themselves a new social standing. Especially me, who had almost no-one who knew me from my old school. So I instantly ended up with the wrong people and ended up freaking most everyone out with some of the wierdeds behavior I think I've ever engaged in in my life. I ran around the school screaming about how worthless I was. Thankfully, most everyone's forgotten that.

...What was I talking about again? Ah yes, wether or not I have a mental condition. I don't believe I do. Nothing sevear enough to hampre me anyway. No more then any other person in this world. No one's quite sane - That's the whole point. That's what makes people interesting and unique, and keeps our world functioning and interesting. Sure it causes wars, but it also causes art.

You know, I just wrote that insanity caused warts. Either that's a vicious typo imp, or I'm onto something...

"Turn out the light, bolt the door
I ain't going out there no more"
~Cover Me, Bruce Springsteen


- posted by Washi @ 6:08 pm