First of all, obviously I am not doing well with my plan to blog every day. The truth is that, though I often think “I should blog this,” by the time I get home I’m too tired to do it. Or I’ve forgotten what I meant to blog. Or, most likely, a combination of both. I feel that’s a good excuse, all things considered. I still plan to try to blog every day that I possibly can. I’m enjoying it again, something that hasn’t happened in a long time.
That being said, here we go:
You would all be so proud of me. Mental illness came up again, with negative portrayal of those with disorders. This time I spoke up. I didn’t mention my own diagnosis. Instead I pointed out that just because you have a diagnosis doesn’t mean that you can’t live a perfectly normal life to such a degree that nobody even knows about it, as long as you take care of yourself. The professor quickly agreed with me, and further pointed out that you don’t say “That person is depressive/schizophrenic/bipolar. He and I agreed that you say that a person has ___, or lives with ___. “If I had the flu, you wouldn’t say ‘He’s flu,'” the prof said. A good analogy, I thought. I felt much better after that class.
I did have an inappropriate moment during that class, however. Some of you may remember Mary Tyler Moore’s classic scene where she bursts out laughing at Chuckle the Clown’s funeral. I kind of did that. We were discussing Alfred Adler (you might know his work: inferiority/superiority complexes were his idea) and his youth. The prof talked about how sickly Adler was as a child. He had respiratory problems. Then he developed rickets. Then he was hit by a runaway cart.
It was at that point that I burst out laughing.
I just couldn’t help myself! It wasn’t funny… but it was! I mean, come on. That guy had some seriously bad luck! I could see the prof trying to keep a straight face. He almost managed it, but I did notice his lips twitch. He understood why I was laughing even if nobody else did. I think it took me 5 minutes to completely get control of myself. Not that I was laughing that whole time, but I kept my head down so nobody would see the stupid smirk on my face. Poor Adler! His older brother was the picture of health and used to give him a hard time, hence the birth of those complexes.
I deserved that laugh. I was late for class and the blame lies firmly with my cats. I was running out the door and grabbed my boots. I threw them on while the car warmed up. While I drove I began to notice a nasty smell. One of my cats (yes, I’m looking at you Patches) sprayed my soft brown suede, knee-high boots. You know, my absolute favorite shoes. I was not happy. There was no way I could sit through one class, let alone two, reeking of cat piss. There was nothing else to do but swing by a shoe store to buy a new pair. They didn’t have anything like my ruined pair so I grabbed something that looked like I would like them. I paid for them, threw them on, and immediately discovered that if nothing else, I could run in them, heels and all. I was 10 minutes late and didn’t have the chance to check them out until I got home. Thankfully they’re alright. I like them well enough, even if they can never replace the ones lost. Darn cats.
Let’s see, what else? Well, I realized how old I am when I saw a couple of teens walking down the road holding hands and I thought, “How cute!” My next thought was “I wonder if they’re having sex?” which isn’t nearly as pervy as it sounds. Several of the ethics scenarios we were given lately dealt with teen sex, and my mind went to ethical questions regarding them as well as thoughts about what a cute couple they made.
I guess I’m also obsessed with my work in addition to getting old.
Let’s end with something silly: I saw a white school bus and immediately thought “an albino!”
My mind remains, as ever, quirky.