Sunday, December 2, 2012
"What 'Tis to Love?"
I am one to become very emotionally attached to people. I wish that wasn't so, because it has gotten me very hurt in the past. But why is that? Why do we love? According to Helen Fisher, romantic love is not an emotion; it's a drive. For me, I don't want to be alone. The more I think about it, the more I fear being alone. But I am afraid of being in any kind of relationship because I become very attached. The more attached I become, the harder it is for me to let go (that is if the relationship comes to an end). After watching that TED Talk by Helen Fisher and listening to lectures from my professor, I still cannot understand the thought of love. I cannot understand why I become so emotionally attached to people. I also don't understand why women can treat love (or infatuation) to be nothing. Of course not all women are this way, but most of the ones I come across are! Perhaps I just have a bad taste in women.
Disconformation
To disconform is to ignore others. Disconformation is the barrier that i most often default to. Why? Simple because I can get annoyed by others and I wish for their presence to be elsewhere. It also may be because I'm not in the mood for interacting with others. But don't worry! This usually is only the case with people that I know fairly well. I don't usually ignore people that I do not know... Unless they are terrifying!
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Perceptual Influence
Once I saw a very muscular black man in a rather deserted parking lot. It was night time as well. There was no one around so I immediately felt in danger! I thought he was going to mug me or something along those lines! But in the end he did not mug me. He didn't even look at me. All was well and I overreacted for no reason whatsoever.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Contextual Impacts
Today I talked with a pretty girl that works at the Sno Shack on 700 South. It was very noisy and hard to hear her because of all the cars driving by. She was happy to have company and I was happy to be talking with her. We talked about several different, meaningless things. Before I left to go home, she gave me a high-five.
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