11-15-2005, 02:24 AM
Occhi, my minors were in various forms of psychology.
And I agree with you.
When I took abnormal psy, I concluded that I must be a serial killer, a freak, a psycho, hell, all kinds of things wrong with me. The more I learned, the worse I became. It nearly caused me to have a nervous breakdown, and I knew I was having a nervous breakdown, which really messed with my head.
The logical conclusion? Psychology is something that psychologists take to learn to diagnose and treat themselves, and then spend the rest of their lives diagnosing other people with even worse problems to artificially inflate their own sagging self esteem. By picking apart other people and making them seem worse, they can make them selves seem better, if only by comparison. I would say most are over analytical with a slight to extreme touch of obcessive compulsive disorder, and I would venture a guess that most are so anally retentive that they were probably potty trained at gunpoint.
When I presented this idea to an actual psychologist, he called my idea absurd and suspected that I had something wrong with me mentally and offered me a free session on the house. I of course, took this as a sign that I was correct, and even said so outloud. He became quite enraged. I would say he had anger management issues, perhaps stemming from his own self inflicted neurosis and possibly a type of phobia about being wrong. I mentioned that his need to pick me apart and diagnose me clearly shows a type of repressed symbolic mental penis envy. He only wanted to pick me apart to prove to himself that I was more screwed up than he was (And I probably am) thus satisfying his inner need for superiourity.
I can be a lot of fun at parties.
And I agree with you.
When I took abnormal psy, I concluded that I must be a serial killer, a freak, a psycho, hell, all kinds of things wrong with me. The more I learned, the worse I became. It nearly caused me to have a nervous breakdown, and I knew I was having a nervous breakdown, which really messed with my head.
The logical conclusion? Psychology is something that psychologists take to learn to diagnose and treat themselves, and then spend the rest of their lives diagnosing other people with even worse problems to artificially inflate their own sagging self esteem. By picking apart other people and making them seem worse, they can make them selves seem better, if only by comparison. I would say most are over analytical with a slight to extreme touch of obcessive compulsive disorder, and I would venture a guess that most are so anally retentive that they were probably potty trained at gunpoint.
When I presented this idea to an actual psychologist, he called my idea absurd and suspected that I had something wrong with me mentally and offered me a free session on the house. I of course, took this as a sign that I was correct, and even said so outloud. He became quite enraged. I would say he had anger management issues, perhaps stemming from his own self inflicted neurosis and possibly a type of phobia about being wrong. I mentioned that his need to pick me apart and diagnose me clearly shows a type of repressed symbolic mental penis envy. He only wanted to pick me apart to prove to himself that I was more screwed up than he was (And I probably am) thus satisfying his inner need for superiourity.
I can be a lot of fun at parties.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."