Sep 22, 2009
Solitudes: Day 5
Today’s psyc tutorial. I always look forward to psyc class because there’s one individual who I’m keen to see. Except I can tell she doesn’t seem to feel the same way as much since week 1. But you know, it’s university. People come and go. There’s probably only 2 real friends I’ve made in university that I’ve maintained contact with for more than a semester.
So today we get assigned our debate topics. We chose from a list of what we preferred and our what sides we would like to argue.
Some of the topics include:
Is media violence harmful to children?
Do Millgram’s obedience experiments help explain the nature of the holocaust?
Are mind and brain the same?
It just so happens that the topic I’ve been assigned is “Does evolution explain why men rape?”. In this debate, I’ve been assigned the affirmative position. I am so not looking forward to this. I was really hoping for media violence but nope. Instead, I get a topic which is going to make me sound like a douche unfortunately.
But it gets better.
Who is my opponent? None other than smoker chick. I’m sure we can share sources and the like, but we won’t be able to collaborate or work together or anything.
After tonight’s lagfested raid, I did some more reading. Right now I’m on the chapter on online dating. I’m not even at that stage yet. But then I got a call from my friend. I guess she had nothing better to do and wanted to try to help diagnose me. So we went over all past relationships and crushes and I explained what the deal with each of them was. She managed to isolate one important thing. I had no problem approaching people in high school and getting rejected. But something happened after high school. She noticed I wasn’t as bold anymore and became more cynical. To be short, she hammered home that I wasn’t really trying and was coming up with excuses that may or may not be truth.
Personally, I think that some girl in a relationship already (even though it’s rocky) is a valid excuse.
And I don’t know if I’d be able to date a smoker. She did insist she was trying to quit though. I still have my reservations.
She completely decimated my time theory though. After taking into account sleep, WoW, writing, school, travel time, she said I still had 58 hours left over per week to either spend time with or chat with someone. For whatever reason, I felt I had less time than that. There goes my defense.
What about money? I write freelance, which is sort of stable. But then she mentioned what monthly expenses were like. I suppose the reason why my reasoning was all skewed in such high extremes is because I’m basing it off my last real relationship where I paid for most of the activities. I believe those types of people are called gold diggers.
Apparently the diagnosis is simple. Fear of failure.
I wonder what House would do. At least I got to chapter 2 of Professor Layton.