Whenever I think of cliffs and precipices, I always imagine the ones that are in Scotland? Ireland? I know it's somewhere in the northern British Isles with a cold, angry ocean beneath. I think I indulged in too many Old English tales as a child....
It's times like these that I feel I really see things as they are. There is no haze of love and happiness, just... reality. I find that I need the buffer in order to function. I think it's a human need. Let's see, according to Maslow, our basic needs are: air, water, shelter, food, and sex. Walking up the pyramid, we pass by safety and security and on to love and belonging. Love and belonging.... Next are esteem and finally self-actualisation. It's good to know that psychology degree isn't going to waste.
I'm glad that even in my emotional troughs, and I am entirely overdramatic, I can keep perspective. I just recalled that I went through this same emotional tumult when I started off at UCF. Ugh, the drama of the College Democrats. We put the 'fun' in dysfunctional. I reckon it was around this same three-month mark that the strain began to really show. I would know only, I deleted that blog. Five years worth of knowledge gone. Damn. Talk about impulsive and irrational.
I think I'm done here. TG my words are finally flowing again. maybe now I can finish those two bloody assignments. >:/
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