Letting go

Sometimes, I do really stupid things because I can't really let go of things.
Take the Promethean hypothesis that there cannot be a horizontal demand curve at the x-axis for example.

Intuitively, I can't see why this hypothesis must necessarily be true. And so, I spent a week trying to derive demand curves using budget lines and all sorts of social welfare functions. I think I've disproved the Promethean conjecture.

Only people with nothing better to do will try to disprove a hypothesis that hinges on pedantic linguistic wording.

Yar, but maybe I really got nothing better to do lor.

But other things I'm getting better. :)

More relaxed in some ways.

Some time ago, I was terrified that I was losing my emotions, or at least the expressiveness of my emotions, or rather maybe what little I show of my emotions sometimes.

I don't really crave any more. I don't expect "We'll meet up again." or "I'll call you." to be realised, though of course, it would be sweet. Consequently, I don't feel the urge to find out what has really happened, go into introspective spins, and worry about pestering people. I'm more relaxed, I let go and I am happier as a result.