Status messages seen on G-Chat over the last few days:
You kiss like a dementor.
Pull a Pettigrew and go choke one out.
Your mom’s a horcrux.
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Up until last night, I didn’t think I was adequately preparing for the imminent departure. Then I realized that I’ve been slowly shutting down, mentally, for a while now. How is this good, you ask? Well, I have a tendency to think, over think, and think some more, with a dash of thinking thrown in for taste. What is it that they say about MBAs? That they’re guilty of paralysis by analysis? Yup, that’s me.
So shutting down is good, in my case. There are non-essential matters that are taking up brain capacity (the delusion of inter-gender relationships, and their true evolutionary purpose, for example) and those need to be put aside, at least for the next year. Anything not INSEAD related is being filed away for future review by that green-visor sporting, vest wearing hamster that resides in my head. Christ on a cracker, we’ve got a nutjob in our class, you say? Where? Perhaps s/he and I will get along.
