Boundaries

So, I'm a lot smarter than DOS, and...a few of my friends. I took psychology in 11th grade, and remember liking it. I took it last semester, and remember hating it. Why, you ask? Because last semester, all my teacher talked about was oral sex. It bothered me. So, needless to say...a career in psychology is out for me. But, I do know how the brain works, and is programmed. This is because: a) I am smarter than a lot of other people I know, and b) I blog-stock smart people, therefore, acquiring certain intelligences.

In January, my sister (who just turned 21) posted a blog about how she was pretty sure...she didn't have a prefrontal cortex. She had just learned about what it was, and it's function in a class she took at school. I, knew what a prefrontal cortex was in February. Of last year. A little ahead of my times, I think so. I learned about it not because I went to (or even paid attention) in psychology, but because I know of cool blogs that I occasionally stalk from time to time. I laughed when my sister came to this realization enough to actually blog about it. Because a) it's true and b) it's embarrassing for her to announce to whoever reads her blog that she does not, in fact, have a prefrontal cortex.

Let me tell you what the prefrontal cortex is, in case, you are like me, and either don't go to psychology, or you don't read cool blogs.* It's the front part of your brain, and it's a shield. It's the thing that helps you censor what would and wouldn't be okay for you to say, or act in certain social situations. I fully believe with everything that I have, that DOS does not have this part of her brain developed. And some days I wonder if it ever will be. Like on days where she tells DLS that she needs to go to counseling because she (DLS) is actually crazy, and DOS is just fine. Skewed perspective? I think so.

So, let's pretend that this whole, development of the prefrontal cortex runs in my family. Or, in this case, not. This is what I would say if I was my sister. And hey, since I'm anonymous, I will give initials of people who I would want to say this to. Because, chances are...they're never going to see this.

• KH: Will you please give me gas money? I hauled your butt 4 hours north, and 4 hours back to see your boyfriend. That's not a free trip, darling. Give me $10, and I'll get over the fact that you used me to see your boyfriend, who was coming down next weekend anyway.
• PretendCollegeBestFriend: Please, stop falling for boys so easily. The boys you fall for are either not interested in being in a relationship with you because they are so out of your league, or they are gay. I honestly, don't see why or how you even like them. They aren't cute, and the others are definitely, some of the biggest jerks I have ever met. M2 is using you to get some action. It's not cute that everytime he touches you, you scream. This is not just a flinch, it is a full-out spasm. And don't call me when I'm making him clean the peanut butter off my car, and tell me you think he is adorable, and that it's so cute that he's helping me clean my car after I paid $6 for a car wash that did, practically nothing. It's not adorable that he put peanut butter and honey all over my new car, and then made me pay for a freaking car wash. Also, please stop texting me everytime there is a campus event and asking me if I'm going to go. Chances are, I will, just not with you. Especially if M2 is there with you. I don't like him. I expect him to help me clean up the mess he made, after I spent 2 hours trying to do it myself. And, the texts you send me in ALL CAPS HAVE TO END. AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. THERE IS A REASON WHY I DON'T TEXT YOU BACK. I have some boundaries, and as a "BestFriend" I ask you to respect them. So, if I give you my phone to look at one text, please don't go through my entire inbox and read every single one. They aren't yours, damn it.

Writing that last one made me so tired, that I'm going to bed. Sorry I'm so spacy. I'll write more later on, when I'm more awake.

*You are redeemed. You're reading this one.