It's been a rough few days. We had a seminar on post-traumatic stress disorder and complex trauma on Tuesday and since then, I've just felt exhausted and emotional. I'm suddenly very, very aware of how much I have to do by June and it's suddenly made me very anxious. I need to prepare 2 presentations, write a seminar paper and make major corrections to my Research Masters dissertation. By last night, I was so anxious that I ended up taking some medication to help me sleep. I've felt a bit better as today has progressed and finishing class at 11:30 today really helped! I'm just taking it one thing at a time and hoping to stay as calm as possible. And listening to happy music helps, so here's the song that's got be through today.
LIFE, CAMERA, ACTION: Life's like a movie - write your own ending
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Monday silliness
I've noticed that the standard response when you ask someone how they are is "Good!". Having spent 4 months with my MACC class and a fair amount of time with the other psychology Masters classes, I know how much pressure we're all under (some more than others). As a result, I'm pretty sure that none of us are, in fact, "good".
I tested this theory today with one of the Clinical Psychology students. I ran into him in the foyer of the building where our offices are this morning, and asked him how he was. The conversation went something like this:
Clin: Hey! How are you?
Me: Good. How are you?
Clin: Okay.
I don't know what possessed me, but I suddenly asked him if he really was "okay", or if he was just saying that because it was the standard response between all of us at the moment. It sadly didn't lead to a deep philosophical conversation, or any sort of meaningful interaction. Maybe it was too early in the morning. I just confused him and he disappeared into the safety of the bathroom.
I found the whole incident strangely funny. Maybe it was because it was Monday morning. I raced up to my office in giggles, and told the rest of the class what had happened. I then proceeded to do my strange, hyper dancing to music in my head thing, which tends to worry people. It all somehow reminded me of this awesome scene from "Garden State".
"Come on. What are you, shy? This is your one opportunity to do something that no one has ever done before and that no one will copy again throughout human existence. And if nothing else, you will be remembered as the one guy who ever did this. This one thing." -Sam
I tested this theory today with one of the Clinical Psychology students. I ran into him in the foyer of the building where our offices are this morning, and asked him how he was. The conversation went something like this:
Clin: Hey! How are you?
Me: Good. How are you?
Clin: Okay.
I don't know what possessed me, but I suddenly asked him if he really was "okay", or if he was just saying that because it was the standard response between all of us at the moment. It sadly didn't lead to a deep philosophical conversation, or any sort of meaningful interaction. Maybe it was too early in the morning. I just confused him and he disappeared into the safety of the bathroom.
I found the whole incident strangely funny. Maybe it was because it was Monday morning. I raced up to my office in giggles, and told the rest of the class what had happened. I then proceeded to do my strange, hyper dancing to music in my head thing, which tends to worry people. It all somehow reminded me of this awesome scene from "Garden State".
"Come on. What are you, shy? This is your one opportunity to do something that no one has ever done before and that no one will copy again throughout human existence. And if nothing else, you will be remembered as the one guy who ever did this. This one thing." -Sam
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