Another Motzai Shabbat Once Again

I was a philosophy major. While pursuing that degree I hung a Motley's Crew comic strip on my Rubin Hall dorm wall. It depicted a young man walking among his sheep and thinking, "Here I am, at one with the universe, at peace withing nature, pursuing deep thoughts and dreams." And the then you see the sheep thinking: "How come we always get stuck with the philosophy majors?"

I have a lot to say about philosophy and being a philosophy major. Steve Martin used to talk in his performances about being a philosophy major. He'd ask all his fellow philosophy majors to raise their hands and then said they could vouch for him that what he was about to say was true: "You go to college and take a math class, a history course - you take it and you move on. But you take one philosophy class and it's enough to mess you up for the rest of your life.

I almost majored in Psychology. Then I got a hundred on a test that everyone else did poorly on in Psych of Adolescence and my self esteem at the time was such that I figured it must be too easy so I chose Philosophy for a bit of a challenge (even though I mostly wanted to learn at the time and wanted a major that was not distracting). The truth is that I've always had and affinity for Psychology (and Philosophy and anything else that gets me to think in a way that feels real and meaningful). Recently I had a psychological epiphany and here it is:

Projection is, I think, is misunderstood as a type of denial - but it's not. You don't deny the problem - you see it totally and clearly - it's just of off the screen which is you and on the screen which is someone else (like in elementary school when the projector was off center and half the image ended up on the beige painted cinder block walls. That's it - that's the epiphany (with the juicy parts cut away).

Licking wounds, and perceived wounds - if that's what you spend all or most of your time with there's not much time for other things. That's another epiphany.

Since I got a router and wireless my computer keeps dying on me. I've rewritten this last piece about seven times and it keeps disappearing on the zone out. So I'm just going to try to be done here and push publish and move on.

Shavua Tov and Gut Vuch respectively and respectfully.