I've decided that there are only two things that make me angry. There are many more that make me irritated, but in order to get me really irate, you have to
a) make me late
b) interrupt me while I am working
I don't know if this speaks to my frivolity (how I get riled up about being interrupted but don't seem to care about being made fun of, per se) or if it is some strange, twisted transcendentalist viewpoint. But it makes me feel more comfortable around myself. Lists tend to do that. They boil things down to quantitative data that is so much easier to deal with. If I can put things in terms of numbers, I can control them.
This does not help explain why I loathe math, though. Maybe it's because I subconsciously realize that you can't reduce everything to ones and zeroes. Maybe it's because there's a beauty in the abstract, the unreal. Maybe that's why I love studying the Enlightenment but can't bring myself to agree with its principles.
Voltaire once said that though he may not agree with everything you say, he will fight to the death for your right to say it.
What happens when I don't completely agree with everything I say?
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