Is it better to deceive fools and have one's way than to speak one's mind honestly with them and be rejected out of their inept inability to understand a cogent and truthful argument? Frustration. While I tend to think nowadays that deception is the better option, my moral constraints or perhaps just my plain stubborness, force me to take the path of truth.

Perhaps part of the cause of my depression is not getting accepted at Yale. I think I have some need to prove to myself that I'm not just good or even excellent at something but that I'm the best in the world. I blew one chance when I didn't get a perfect score on the LSAT and another when I didn't get in to the #1 law school. It's one example of the larger problem of dissatisfaction. I can never seem to be satisfied unless I'm positive things are perfect (when I care about the issue) and therefore I can never be happy because I can never be content with the state of affairs with the things that matter to me most.  ¶ 2:01 PM