Scattagories

Although the name of a board game (I think?) this post is actually nothing about the game (that may or may not exist?).
People, or rather I, categorise everything.
These categories can dictate how I feel about something right off the bat.
People always say to not judge a book by it's cover, but evolutionarily speaking, it's how humans have survived long enough to become the dominant species on Earth.

Everyone and everything can fit into categories, usually under a single defining term. Each term has similarities and each term can be judged upfront.
If I see somebody wearing a cap backwards, or to the side, straight away I know they can fit a certain number of categories, if their pants are low, that narrows it down more. If they're wearing a top that is referencing a sports team, narrower. If that team isn't local, narrower. And so on until a single glance can tell you everything you need to know about a person.
Sure, there are a lot of variables, so nothing is certain when it comes to categorising people, but you can very easily determine the one thing that really matters with general social interaction; Is this person worth my time?
Typically, the answer is no. Not because I'm a snob, but simply because I hate people. I hate everyone I meet. Literally.
Obviously, this isn't a permanent state (Because I would be very lonely), and obviously people like my family are exempt from the rule given extraordinary circumstances.

The trick is finding people who you don't hate very much about.
The harder trick is finding people who can accept you for your downfalls too.

There was a purpose and direction to this post, but I thought of it when I was on the train, so I lost said train of thought after leaving the actual train. For the same reason that people enter a room and forget why they entered it.
(This is completely off topic)
People's minds form associations, if I'm sitting at my computer and decide I could use a cup of tea, I will take my cup to the kitchen and sometimes, I will forget why I was in the kitchen. It happens to everyone, and research has shown it's because people tend to form associations with everything down to the room around them.
I might associate the cup with coffee, but sometimes my mind will skip a step and associate it with sitting at the computer, thus I won't remember why I entered the kitchen again until I return back to my start position.
The human mind is fucking weird.

Where was I?
Categories and association, yeah, that was it.
This is why it bothers me, because not everyone is like this, some people don't like to lock down something with a category. Some people will love the title of "metalhead", whereas others who fit all the criteria to fit that 'social genre' will fight to not be called it.
For someone like me who needs to categorise, it bothers me that others don't. I don't even know why at the moment.

THIS IS A TERRIBLE POST AND IT SHOULD FEEL BAD BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE NOBODY ACTUALLY READS THIS BLOG ANYWAY.

On a mental scale of 1-10, 1 being depressed enough that a train passing the station seems like an escape route from consciousness, to 10 being unstoppable smiling at the mere thought of everything, I can only write blog posts when I'm at about a 3 or a 4. Which is slightly above cutting myself.
I've been at a 2 for the last month. And for the 6 months prior, I was jumping between a 2 and a 9.
So if there is anyone that actually reads this and is interested in the psychological theory I post, I'll continue it eventually.
Just gotta get over this downturn including;
Eviction from a house I just moved to
Family member at death's door
Unshakable illness that interrupts every other aspect of my life
Stress of starting at university and not being able to keep up
Telling my (now ex) girlfriend that I loved her, resulting in her breaking up with me (The former caused the latter)
Same aforementioned female going out of her way to re-establish my trust issues and my inadequacy complex that I've spent the last 5 years working on rectifying
AND SO ON AND SO FOURTH

It's not been a good month, kids.