Too much to handle.

My brain only uses up 5% of its actual capacity (I guess), I still haven't figured out where the other 95% is. In my high school biology class, my teacher discussed that, normally, human beings use up 10% of their actual brain capacity. So, I'm not normal. Anyway, because I only use 5% I am, in many instances, stupid. I can't watch intellectual movies alone, cos I need someone to explain what's happening once in a while (i.e. Inception, The first 30 minutes I had no idea what the movie is about). My memory is poor. I only remember birthdays because of facebook. I even forget hunger sometimes. I'm no good in organizing my thoughts. That's why my blogs are cluttered. I wonder why I took journalism as my major. I can't multi-task! I hate it when I really wanna listen to a song while reading and then when I play the song I can't continue reading anymore.

And I'm no good at deciding. My mind buffers slowly when I'm asked questions like "where do you want to eat?", "what can you say about my teeth?", "what do you wanna watch?", "what should we do now?". And just malfunctions when "do you like me?", "will you go out with me?", "who do you like, him or me?", "do you love me?".

I hate it when my brain just stops thinking that's why I hate people who throw a bunch of questions all at once and expect me to answer right away! I'm not cleverbot for heaven's sake. I'm a "slow" person who needs a lot of thinking time before being able to decide. Maybe in the former questions, lots of thinking time are not really necessary. In the latter, yes please! But this is just in my case.

Just this morning someone bombarded me with questions I couldn't really answer at that moment. I got angry. At him. At myself. And at the fact that my 5% brain capacity does not help me in thinking at all. I was so frustrated cos I was not able to say anything that made sense. I was just yelling at him and telling him I hate him for asking me such things. And then I just stopped talking and thinking. All I wanted to do was to end our conversation and cuddle in bed with my teddy. But he was gentle enough to comfort me with "I'm not asking your mind to answer my questions, I'm asking your heart."