I Like My Vegetables the Way I Like My Sex

Wet and Raw. Actually, I like my vegetables in a lot of different ways, a little spicy, or sweet, savory, hot, plain, by itself, or complimentary to a bigger meal. But this blog is not entirely about innuendo. This is about a couple more things. One being about how the more I think about it, the less that I believe I would like to be a therapist. I don't think that anyone should have the authority to 'train' people through whatever prescribed "therapeutic method" to make them a 'normal' member of society. I am not normal, what is normal? I believe that no one ought to be paid to do the things that therapists are to do. While making such grandiose claims, from the years of education that I have received in this major, and the many interactions with therapists (as a student & as a client) I fail to see what really makes therapists more 'fit' to assess the problems that people face and attempt to 'fix' it. Also, it's also not really 'fixing' anything if you really think about it. It is just perpetuating a status quo. I mean, you really can't quantify normal (outside of physical health measurements) and basing normal by what our society perpetuates is not right. With all of this said, I will not be a therapist. If I do go into Psychology, it will be only through research and more to do with public health and human sexuality. I don't know, but hey, at least I am still thinking about it.

The other thing that I wanted to touch on in this blog is how I need to find more things to do now in this last couple of months before my last semester of undergraduate studies! I've finally quit that horrible corporate cesspool of a tea job, and the summer school session I am taking is almost over. I have been marking my time by setting small goals to accomplish each day, but this is definitely getting old! Ritchie and I are going to start taking some dance classes together every now and again, and we are even discussing potentially having people over sometime. I am excited to have this time off and will bask in it because with the wedding coming up after the semester is out, once the fall semester starts, things will be pretty all over the place and I will likely not have anytime to look up, let alone think of things to do to pass the time.

So, there it is. An eye full (back to innuendo, wanted to end the blog the way I started it). Hopefully in the next short while, I will be able to update the blog a ton about my two theses and about wedding stuff (though it will be more of the former, because we want to leave a lot of mystery). I am loving my life, and it feels good to take myself more seriously.


And now for your creative minds, here is the song lyrics that sticks out to me at the moment. This song basically makes me feel like a badass:

It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone all you do is think

I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere, and I'm standing tall
I've seen a million faces an I've rocked them all

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side
I'm wanted dead or alive
And I ride, dead or alive
I still drive, dead or alive

Wanted, Dead or Alive

-Bon Jovi

Hope I entertained you for at least 5 minutes. Until next time.

-D