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Ten Times Where I Have Over-Reacted Somewhat.

1. Resolving to drop your Honours Thesis and take up a midyear enrolment in RMIT Shoe Design because someone tells you they have nine PhD students and seven Honours students to supervise and that Nip/Tuck is silly. Nip/Tuck is silly.
2. Throwing in the towel on a Staff Consultative Committee because nothing ever comes to fruition and they have done a ridiculous about-turn on the computer issue; saying the two hour meeting, once every three months will have to go towards writing my thesis which was obviously going to be written in the breaks from calls at work. And then, in the very next meeting they announce computers are allowed again and guess who is staff member of the month for their ongoing commitment to the Staff Consultative Committee?
3. Having a complete hissy fit melt-down when Dee is late for a brunch date. It was a useful hissy fit because it now reminds me forever not to get so emotionally involved in someone that you can have a hissy fit like that—it reminded me of being in a relationship where fights like that happened. This over-reaction has formulated the way I would like to have relationships from now on!
4. Seeing lighters and ashtrays on the Irregular Choice website and instantly sending them an email to say that it is wrong to promote smoking to young women, who are the main (I imagine) consumer group for the site, and the largest growing group of cancer sufferers. I felt strongly and told them it made me want to not buy from them. They were humble in their reply saying they hoped I realised that lighters can be used to light other things beside cigarettes. Mmm, what else do you use an ashtray for?
5. Finally succumbing to making a response on an i-Google theme. It was the one for Lance Armstrong’s charity. One writer had bemoaned promoting long distance cycling as making people impotent and sterile. I waxed lyrical that that was ridiculous as Lance had fathered five children, two with only one testicle. Turns out he had all his swimmers frozen. I found this out after I could see all the comments that would have come back to me about that.
6. The weepy, self-pitying, self-loathing over-reaction of a woman slightly scorned by an overly relaxed boy. Poor boy, that eliminated the problem of being overly relaxed.
7. It’s an over-reaction—and a hint that maybe there are other things to go out and discuss in the field where there is no right or wrong—when breaking the CD for the first episodes of the next season of Buffy ends in tears, reproaches, guilt, instructions-badly-taken, catatonic silences and three days of subsequent depression.