By far, Freud poses the most problems for anyone subjected to an introductory psychology class. (Yes, I just made a profoundly generalized statement stemming entirely from my own experience that, very probably, no one else will relate to.) Not in terms of difficulty, but in terms of content. His theories, for the most part, appear ludicrous and ( Read more... )

Taking out the prolix introduction and leaving in its stead the terse, barren middle section, bequeaths an immense lack of content not softened by any excess of words. Simply, I have issues, conflicts, dialectical struggles with vacation. Despite untacitly requesting it for numerous weeks past, I now realize why I leave places with an ( Read more... )

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Should all my time come to naught,
It won't surprise; but it's scarier to
Start over than to have an end.

See, the new people I meet, I've
Known in the past. To know that
Makes waking as uncomfortable

As drink wearing off. So I continue
Into insignificance, walking slowly not
To linger, but out of necessity.

On Joking ( Read more... )

Poets are sad, sad idiots, and ( Read more... )

Aside from a good idea and an ability to write, to compose a novel, one needs a deliberate organization of thought. That conception of form I lack in my own thoughts; therefore, I have not the ability to write anything with an overarching theme very effectively. At times I have trouble pulling my words together into something cohesive for an ( Read more... )

It came as a slight surprise to find out that my comments about college actually upset you. And now that I have probably irredeemably offended you, I still offer these words of explanation. In this attempt to clarify my position on education, college, and other related matters, I do not plan to retract my statements in some sort of ingratiating ( Read more... )

Retractions from that last post should come in great measure. Anything I dislike about myself I can change, so I will stop evaluating my person as if it constitutes a static presence, something immutable. Instead, what I think I need to do has everything to do with figuring out why I felt like I did when I first got to college. I guess that it ( Read more... )

Endless energy lies in me for those types of exertions. I really wish I had something to say--I must write, though, for I have to listen to myself and hear the nothing that I have to say reverberate back at me in all its hollowness. A lack of solitude proves so stifling to the type of thought required for writing, that it seems I am in the ( Read more... )