psych-edelic

Every friday is psych day. But psyched up, I was not.


The group which consisted of four engine peeps, and one business person, decided on the topic for final project. It was tough ploughing through the readings and dealing with all the psych jargon. I took a double when I heard our group's topic. It says "perception of beauty". That wasnt what got me. Scroll down the topic sentence, and apparently we have to discuss about the change in the Bodyform Ideal that evolved from the forties. Okay, so this was the socio-cultural aspect. No biggie. Then it says, "psych: ED". The warped body perception of a person suffering from ED. With a list of ED's that read: anorexia, compulsive eating, bulimia. I was dumbfounded for a second. The Prof came over to go through our topic with us. She flipped through the text and pointed at several points that we had to take note. As her finger brushed across that fitful word. I felt almost invaded. Some things should be left in the past, thrown into the grave, burried, stamped on hard, extinguished. I don't wish to remember, much less discuss the psych of it. Of all topics, this. For pete's sake!


On a lighter note, I commited a itsy bitsy teenie weenie social faux pas, by having a happy dig at the engine peeps. But you see, you shouldnt do that if 70% of your uni cohort is formed up of an assortment of engine specialists, and your project group has 80% of the engine peeps. And i happen to be the lonely 20%. So i gave a sheepish grin, and ha-ha-ha my way through. But i'm sure they have heard that before right? Cause it seems like coffee table talk to the business peeps. geeee!


Boy, do we mind our own business.