A Lesson in Love Bites
Jan 7, 2009 I Forgot to Tag
So, it turns out that my Psych instructor is an asshole AND one of the driest, funniest teachers I have ever had. Like, laugh out loud funny.
I failed my first attempt at this class because it was so fucking boring… and was dreading having to repeat it, due to the fact that I am slowly realizing that if I am not interested in something… I plain tune it the fuck out with something that interests me more… I am happy he is funny and is a probing teacher. He does not give a single answer. He makes you tell him. I like that style. I will absorb way more info this way. It also turns out that the dumbest girl in the class is really dumb. Like, dummmmmmmmmmmb. She is ALSO really fucking funny. To laugh at, and with. To watch my instructor’s reaction and facial expressions when she opens her mouth to give her ‘theory’ on Freud and Watson is comedy within itself. It makes me wish I had a camera so I could share it with you.
So, Yay.
Our first assignment was to Google “The Myth of Psyche” and find, read and print an article out for class discussion. I invite you all to read the article I picked, and then come back and share your thoughts with me. I would love to know how you feel that you relate to the story… and whether or not you knew the story beforehand? Just do it. There is nothing wrong with learning something new.
I learned from reading it how passionate I am about the power of love. How I really am driven by it. That the pain is worth it in the end. That when love is good… it is gooooooooooooooooood. I love warm fuzzies. I love butterflies. I think I am addicted to that feeling. I even get warm when I see a person who I love with all my heart find their soul mate. As if I am the one falling in love. Love keeps us guessing. It makes us whole just as easy as it makes us feel empty. It brings laughs and tears. Sometimes simultaneously.
I am happy to be me and to love the idea of love as much as I do. If I could bite the Jehovah Witness Method, and knock on a bitches door to try and sell them on loves amazing capability… I would do it. Except not so early, because I have been ready to fight a bitch at my door before 10 AM.
I think the world would be a pinker palace if we all got bitten by the love bug at least once, and we accepted it for what it was.
Have you been bitten?
Did you click and read the article? If so, what did you relate to in the story?
And, totally off the subject… but I have been puzzled by this question for the past few days: if a man loves a woman… but the woman was born a man… is the man gay? Would you want to know if the person you fell in love with was born the same sex as you?
Have a great Thursday!
