WELL GUESS FREAKIN' WHAT?!
This is one, right now. This very second. This second too. And this one. Aaaaaaaaand--ok I'll stop.
You guys know that I'm supposed to be studying for my motivation and emotion test tomorrow so I'm using justification by using vocabulary and actual approaches to emotion while writing this. See how I earlier explained avoidance with different approaches to emotion? Gah haha, I'm so sneaky. I'm secretly making you more learn-ed in the psychology field. Kind of like how I make baked goods and give them to all my friends to make them
So since I'm avoiding more emotion jargon (and I will be throwing more into here), I obviously have something I'd like to spew out onto my laptop. No, no more vomit on the laptop tonight, just finger taps.
Just yesterday afternoon, I had the chance to attend a homecoming of one of my good friends as he returned from his LDS mission. Now, I often find these gatherings (apart from the religious aspect) to basically be big high school reunions. Which got me thinking about how grown up I am. Or the complete opposite. Yeah, that one, definitely that one.
You know, I often look at myself and say, "Damn Ryan, you're lookin' mighty fine in that sweater vest today."
"Why thank you me, but you really need to learn some boundaries and stop stroking my knee."
"Also, Ryan, look at how mature you are, you're the epitome of maturity with your well organized life and such."
"...Please stop talking to me like that, me."
Sometimes, I find that I put myself on some sort of snobbish pedestal and everything underneath it are the things deemed "too immature." Things like going streaking in a cemetery, telling poop jokes, eating a whole bag of chips, and laughing at a kid falling down (Think about it, you know it's a little funny. I heard you do a silent guffah.).
How did I get to this point? Thinking about it, I guess it would be the environment in which I am currently residing in. Telling a poop joke in class is usually deemed inappropriate by my peers, especially if my mouth is full of a bag of Garden Salsa Sun Chips. But are they really as distinguished as I think they are?
Which brings us back to Sunday. Surrounded by my old friends, I found myself giggling at a kid falling on a trampoline and telling dirty jokes. I FIT GYNECOLOGIST INTO A SENTENCE. Now tell me when that happens without awkward tones and a lot of use of the word "it" and "it's" involved.
I'm adding it to the list of accomplishments I have by my bed. The other two are knit a scarf and not slap a kid in class yet. Shooting for the stars you guys.
I enjoyed all of this as well. This wasn't some pained activity like watching a Kristen Stewart movie, but an more along the lines of baking a pan of brownies, waiting approximately three seconds for it to cool, and pouring the entire thing down my esophageal tract.
Ryan, doesn't that hurt?
Well yes, it does. But here's the thing: As much as I love eating an entire pan of brownies, I can't do it everyday. Along with the obvious obesity/diabetes problems I would probably incur (along with my burned throat), I would have to have a brownie fund as to not go into serious brownie debt. Then the brownie mafia would come after me and bake me to a gooey perfection before breaking my legs.
...so I got a little off track there, but I think I understand myself. Being goofy for a little bit is fun, even beneficial, but I can't do it forever. Where would I get if I didn't take any situation seriously? I would start to have diabetes of the life.
But these guys brought me back to that dirty 15 year old I was. Or wasn't, I guess I get to be him now, I can't really remember. We all got to join together and soak up each other's immaturity and realize how grown-up we aren't. All of us were figuring out how our lives were going to play out and YOU KNOW WHAT? Our slight immaturity helped us to downplay life's oncoming shits. Grad school applications are less daunting, job choices seem endless, and I can still eat anything I want. We all got to be Peter Pan for a time.
Until we had to return to reality.
I guess I'm just trying to illustrate how moderation is key. We need to appraise the situation, deem it appropriate for whatever behavior we would like to exhibit, and then exhibit that behavior. Paraphrasing Magna Arnold, we can appraise the situation or object, and assess what costs and benefits we can personally get from it.*
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| Me every Friday night. Victory. |
But knowing myself, I have a nasty sweet tooth that I haven't outgrown yet. So you know I'm going to down a pan of social "brownies" whenever I get the chance. Then I'm going to rub my chocolate stained face all over you and laugh like a kid seeing a dog poop on a baby.
Haha. Poop.
*BAM. Look at me keep sneaking my test material into this post. Like. A. Psychology. Boss (But-not-licensed-in-any-way-or-affiliated-with-the-APA-kind-of-boss).
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