Wednesday, March 25, 2009

This Should Catch Your Attention...

For those of you who haven't seen me lately, I have a few updates:

My hair now brushes my tailbone when I swish it back and forth

Either college is god awefully easy, or I'm secretly some sort of intellectual; as I am getting excellent marks in all my classes. For example, just flamed through a 45 problem exam w/5 short essays like it was nothing, and am fully confident I aced it.

I have discovered that procrastination is my greatest hurtle.

I've put on 10 pounds and I need to get rid of it. 

I really like coffee and cup-cakes. Oh... Fuck. That doesn't work.

I actually finished a drawing for once. I feel good about it. 

Went to Michigan on vacation, again. Zy's friend from Boston came here for a visit too.

Got the old Pulsar back - Blue is dead (Plymouth Neon)


Saturday, March 7, 2009

Making Changes

I'm bored majoring in architecture.

I just want to draw blueprints and I hate all the extra classes I have to take... I don't give a damn what the difference between a duplex and a lathe nail are, or that they're measured in "pennies" which are written as "8D" and "16D" ect! I do not NEED to know that the "sheer strength" of a nail is 5oo pounds. Why would I need to know that?!

If I ever use a hammer my entire career it will be to hang my god-dammed diploma!

I understand why it's important for me to understand how the construction workers do their thing, so that proper communication may ensue, but bloody hell! Litterally half my classes are Carpentry and Construction Theory.

(I suppose on, one hand, it's a good thing because with this degree I would always be able to find work in either field, if you want to look at it from the bright side.)

I'm also upset thatI just finished busting my ass committing most of the International Residential Building Code to memory in order to get a B in Building Codes and Standards, and here in 2009 they're completely re-vamping the whole damn system! I'll have to retake that class again before I graduate if I want to be current enough to get into a good school (especially on scholarships) for my Bachelors’.

On the other hand, I have really enjoyed the anthropology and sociology classes I've been taking as electives, and I looked up the course requirements for a Bachelors’ of the Arts in Psychology and there are no off subject or filler classes.

It's all psyche theory and science: classes such as Personality Theory, Sensation & Perception, Social Influence and Persuasion, Psychology of Adolescence and Young Adult Hood, Stress & Wellness, and Substance Use & Abuse.

The only really difficult classes would be Psychological Testing and Measurement as well as Intro into Behavioral Neuroscience, but these are things I would need and having an understanding of them would make me a smarter, more perceptive person anyway. I’d throw myself into them and I know I could pull out As.

I think I’d enjoy working as a shrink… I’ve seen enough bad shrinks to know exactly what stereotypes people who dislike therapists expect and how to avoid them. I’m also usually the shoulder with the most cry on it in my social groups. Everyone tells me their problems, because I guess I seem receptive. I like listening… I know that having someone listen is usually the best therapy anyway, but being professionally trained to listen and help rebuild broken parts would suit me.

Yes, I know I’d get the not-so-occasional dingbat, drug addict, crazy person or even a few psychos… I’d probably if not defiantly get stuck as the only outlet for some drug addicted loser who beats their wife and molests their kids, and I’d have to listen to them pour all that out knowing that I’m technically a doctor and they are legally entitled to doctor-patience confidence. I have no doubt I’d end up, at some point, with some creepy guy who talks about his “fantasies” of rape or murder to disguise the fact that he actually IS a rapist or a murderer…

Zy would say I couldn’t handle it, but truth be told I know I could. It doesn’t bother me, honestly, and if someone got out of hand, it's as simple as “I think you’ve advanced beyond my expertise, so I’m referring you to so-and-so."

Maybe Zy’s friend Jagoex and I could work together.

;3

Perceptive Reality or Perception of Phych-Outs?

There is way to much coincidence that goes on it my life to seem like actual coincidence.

I like to believe in the idea that reality is perceptive and that mind over matter does work in the sense of the ability to form reality around oneself as an act of will.

Just this morning, I woke up about an hour before my alarm clock. I grumbled and went back to bed, then scared the crap out of myself when my alarm clock actually went off. I felt wonderfully well rested and for 6:30 in the morning it was awfully damn bright outside.

As I was walking to my office, I had that scary gut feeling that time was off and I might be late to work, even though I knew I wasn't. Space case that I am, I have no idea what actual dates daylights saving time falls on, but I found myself thinking "It seems like that should be coming up soon".

Low and behold, according to my morning paper, it's tomorrow.

I am beyond asking "what are the odds", as this kind of stuff happens so often anyway.

Zy thinks it's all in my head... but really... honestly, do the facts support such a casual dismissal? What if it's real, but it's not some metaphysical phenominon rather then an inner working of the human mind that we haven't explored yet?

What if our brains are capable of working on a secondary level so that my brain registered (using my biological clock rather then a man made calandar) approximately when I start getting up an hour earlier each year to the point where something akin to muscle memory knew it before my mind did, thus triggering the thoughts I had this morning?

What if human beings are capable this sort of thing as well as deja-vu and perceptive reality and "gut feelings" naturally? Perhaps religion has squelshed proper study of the subject, thus brushing it off as superstition?

If it's possible, why ignore it? Why not embrace it as a hypothesis with the possibility of awesomeness?

Why live life refusing to question?