Procrastination

So I'm sitting in the library writing a really boring paper. It was so boring, in fact, that I decided to write in my blog instead. Not really sure what is going to end up coming out...I just felt like writing.

Music...music has been on my mind lately. Music has this amazing ability to connect with its listener like no other. The rhythm, the lyrics, the notes....they speak to a part of us that other mediums can't reach. I can get completely lost in a song even while I'm standing in the middle of a huge crowd. It helps that I am pretty good at disassocating from my surroundings when I want to be.

Disassociating...that reminds me of my diagnosis and psychopathologies class. (There is a whole class of disorders called Disassociative disorders). I find that class soooo fascinating. It is amazing what the human brain does in response to certain situations and how those responses manifest themselves in different people depending on their life circumstances. I just took my midterm for this class this morning...so that is why this is all on my mind. It is a challenge for me to decide what I believe about the complex interplay between the psychological, biological, sociological and spiritual issues involved in all of these disorders. I believe each of these factors plays a different part in each individual and each disorder. The question is...how much of a role does each play and how do I then go about treating the person with the disorder? It is alot to think about...

On a completely different note, the last time I was home (East Bernard) I came across a book that I started writing in 8th grade. I brought it back with me here to Colorado. Yesterday I showed it to my friends and read the first chapter aloud to them. It was QUITE entertaining for everyone, including me. Some of the descriptions and phrases I used are absolutely hilarious. My writing style has changed quite a bit since then. We read 2 chapters last night and will read another chapter tonight. There are only 4 chapters so we can only drag it out so long. I never finished the book. My friends tell me I should finish it, but I would somehow have to reconnect with my 8th grade self to come up with the amazingly cheesy lines I wrote back then.

Ok...I guess that is enough procrastination for now. I will try to get back to writing my incredibly boring paper for this incredibly boring class. This is the 1st class that I have not enjoyed here so far. I won't mention the class though....

Times

This song just says it better.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sw_8o85lFxA

Silence

Depending on the moment or situation, silence can be a beautiful thing or a scary thing. I found that in my experience many people are uncomfortable with silence. That is a shame. Silence can be extremely therapeutic. That is one of the first things I learned in my counseling classes. Although two people may be sitting in the same room saying nothing to each other, there is still something that is being communicated in that silence. Silence gives people a chance to just sit and be or think or process.

I understand that silence can also be awkward sometimes, especially if you are with someone that you don't know very well. It takes a certain level of comfortability to sit in silence with someone and not feel awkward. I also understand that different personalities use and interpret silence differently. Some people say everything that pops into their head, while others carefully choose what they want to say. I'd say I lean towards the latter.

I am perfectly content to sit in silence with someone I am comfortable with. It is soothing to me. Sometimes that silence is loaded with unspoken words, and other times it simply is silence. Either way, I appreciate when others are ok with my silence. It is a part of who I am and it will probably never change.