hadagazabidaizee
Parents are close minded people.
We should not believe them. People like us who are getting an actual degree is open to the world with subjective constructions and open to change. Parents are not like that. Well, mine anyway.
I feel so angry right now. I’d rather be studying all day in uni than being at home for the next two weeks with these people who are alien to me.
And they also said I’m going to go crazy for studying too much and compared me to this (probably non-existent) schoolmate of theirs, who studies too much and got crazy. He probably did not have any friends or was being neglected as a child. I have all these theories to explain all that shit. This is the power of psychology. You get to laugh at people who do not know what they are talking about when they talk about other people. Oh please. You, old people are not going to change me. Fuck off.
Plausible premises?
So my parents lectured me today about how I haven’t been sleeping much lately. They are worried about me because I’m small and all those shit. They’ve been going on about how the body works and shit. I’m like, the fuck? Am I a three-year old, and needing a lecture about how the body works? In sleep? Etc? Fucking hell. I was laughing inside my head listening to them. Bullshit as. As if I do not know GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I so wanted to but in and say, “so where are all these theories coming from? Where are your evidences? Where’s your reference list? How plausible are your reasons? Why the fuck should I believe you when your reasons are a fucking paradox?” They just don’t know that getting into university makes you think differently about the world. And I believe I know more than they do. I’m a fucking scientist! (I’m dreaming!) But just shut the fuck up. I may not seem to be charitable in this argument, and so I conclude this argument to be bad.
I’m applying some philosophical skills right now. I feel proud.
Cortisol is produced to cope with stress. Prolonging stress, however, leads to excessive production of cortisol, which counteracts its primary purpose. You feel shit instead, which is what I feel right now.
The ‘self’ is a consistent and organised collection of our perceptions all gathered in a phenomenological field. There is no objective or absolute reality (Carl Rogers).
April Fools’ day, breast cancer month and Halloween are probably the only recognised celebrations I actually like.
To return to an inorganic state must be a peaceful and distress-free state to be in. No more worry about seeking for quiescence or positive regard.
So let us die.
Shit goes down in Catholic all-girls school
The girl who was so obsessed with me in high school found me on Facebook. Fuck. I accepted her because I honestly thought she was JUST one of my school mates. I literally forgot everything about her until suddenly it flashed before my eyes upon accepting her request. And then it was too late. Now she’s sending me messages -.-
Dictator Parents
Black sheep offsprings arise from that. My brothers are a problem, too. But I’m the blackest sheep out of us three. So, thanks, parents for being dictatorial and shaping us the way you (did not) want us to be (black sheep).