this weekend i’ve been working on a paper for social psychology and the more i worked on my paper and the more i read random sections of the text-book the more it depressed me. i definitely do find it interesting to study human interactions but looking at life from this perspective is starting to seem kind of mathematical. or maybe it just freaks me out because the explanations of human behaviour make a lot of sense and it makes me feel like i have less free will or something.
i think the part that depressed me most was the scientific explanation for romance and attraction. i guess i am a pretty closeted romantic but it kind of sucks the fun out of life to think about relationships as being the result of proximity, exposure, and similarity rather than something more spontaneous. i am probably imagining myself to be a lot dreamier than i actually am. either way i love love and i don’t want my text book to tell me why.
that scene kills me everytime.
i should probably mention that reading about attraction was my procrastination and that i am supposed to be writing about the impact of pornography on sexual aggression against women. sweet.