10/30/2001 08:46:49 PM
there was a comment in the last blog entry, about pretending to be happy, in order to make it happen. no disrespect meant for the person who wrote it, karma may be a bitch, but emotions aren't like pimples or chin hairs, i can't pretend they're not there. it reminded me of highschool, and psychology class with the evil school counselors, that had some hack degree in psychology, and thought themselves to be big shots. they were discussing psychological breakthroughs, and there was a shrink from the 1800's that had this theory that if one could use behaviour to correct emotion. for example if someone was self conscious about their height, they should stand straight to accentuate it, or if someone was gripped with depression, and a virtual shut in, they should attend numerous social functions and behave in a care free happy way. using the behaviour, to correct the emotion. it was proven to be detrimental to mental health and the theory was largely dismissed shortly there after, but i thought it might be worth a shot, and tried the technique to save the increasingly annoying relationship i had with a boy at the time. i laughed at his corny impressions of rednecks and other kooky characters, and i listened intently to his greatly exaggerated stories about just *how* much pot he had smoked this one time, and the wacky adventures he had had, inanely detailed, and always about his umpteen vague acquaintances, told as though they were all his best friends, i acted as though he was the most fascinating, amazingly hilarious and gorgeous person i'd ever met, and still, i hated him. .

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