When I was fifteen, I came up with a theory that every single one of us belong to either of three categories:
The Mixing Bowl is one who is often too emotional; all his feelings and thoughts are jumbled up and he can’t really differentiate between them. Or maybe he doesn’t want to.
The Pill Box is one who seems unemotional, but the truth is that he simply compartmentalises. Each feeling, each thought comes strictly bound to its own relevant occurrence, and he works hard to keep it that way.
The Sauce Plate is, predictably enough, the in-between of the two. He tries as hard as he can to separate everything within its own time, but some things will eventually spill over.
Probably entirely presumptuous and only about 12% right. Strangely enough, it’s governed the way I deal with events, things and others around me, and it’s never failed me so far.