Questioning My Sanity

I’m taking a Philosophy of Psychology class. I like to lovingly call it Daydreaming 101.

The main question we seek to answer in this class is, “What is the relationship between the mind and the body?” The main question I seek to answer is, “How much longer til I can blow this pizza stand and get some lunch?”

My professor is a British woman who refers to a cabinet as a cupboard and (I say this as nicely as possible) would be a primo candidate for What Not to Wear. I spend the majority of class picturing how much better she would look if she wore something besides long black (and sometimes brown) sweaters. I also find myself wondering how she wears sweaters when it is hot as Hades outside.

The other day I decided to take some notes. I ain’t wastin my parent’s monies, ya’ll.

Honestly, I have no clue as to what we were talking about here. All I know is that animals have different brains than we do, but we both think and feel in similar ways or something. 

At the time these were written I must have been craving something sweet like a cupcake (with a cherry on top?) or some ice cream in a waffle cone. (In case you can’t read the kitty cat’s thought bubble, it says “My brain is not like your brain.”)

I am a crazy person.

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  1. Pingback: Questioning My Sanity…Again. « Hilldy's Blog

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