By definition, surely I must have that inner voice telling me to use this manner of intervention too. Although I have no thoughts on how and why this works, as of today I decided to indeed begin writing the next chapter of the wonderful book called Me. I made an appointment, sat down and watched the open endings of the previous page fall down and touch the ground. From now on, I'm a new and improved me. Not that anyone can see the difference since it's a mere loss of a couple centimetres but still. Somewhere inside this confusing brain, a little voice tells me "good. Now you are better."
All the nonsense aside, I did actually gain some perspective on my past and present life the last few days. Ex postfacto, which is Latin for in the light of subsequent events as my dictionary tells me, I've not really been as smart as I could have been. For some reason I have let myself become the perfect example for things people do that I absolutely hate. I'm sure there is some psychological term for that stuff and I'm pretty sure I have actually learned it the last few months at school but quite remarkably I have forgotten. ... Oh right, it's psychological projection as conceptualised by my dear friend Freud. Not to go into too many details or to have myself have to remember that class again, which I really don't feel like doing, it's a level 2 primitive defence mechanism in life, and also a primitive form of paranoia. As if I hadn't already realised that I'm paranoid as hell besides other lovely defence mechanisms I master.
Either way, I cut my hair so I must cut out the negative in me. Something like that. At least I decided not to act the way I hate others act again and I will just enjoy this coming spring/summer/whatever is supposed to be coming soon. Simply being nice to people I think deserve it, and not even bothering about the rest. That pretty much sums it up :)
And now I'm too lazy for any deeper meaning stuff.