I live! And I never want to read this book again. That’s right that horrible textbook filled with useful references and extremely creepy psychological lectures of Sigmund Freud’s Electra and Oedipus Complex.
Just in case you are one of those lucky few that don’t know who Sigmund Freud is or what the infamous Electra and Oedipus Complex is. let me ruin your happy bubble.
The famous Oedipus Complex is when a young man see his father as a sexual competition of his mother’s love.The female equaling to this complex is called the Electra Complex, which I have to say automatically had me thinking about Daredevil on Netflix, seriously when does the next season come out! Moving back on target, like the male version of the complex, the Electra Complex is when a female see’s her mother as competition for her father’s sexual passions. Honestly I wanted to just through the textbook out the window, but of course my devoted love for books of all types cause me not to do it. Plus I did pay for the bloody book, I would be damned if I just tossed out a book after paying THAT MUCH for it! You’re probably thinking, like most people have, that I am going to school for psychology. I mean while else am I learning the the different psychological theories right? Ha! Ha I say! You and I are both wrong. I am going to school for my Masters in English in hopes that one day I’ll be able to work as an editor for a group of talented authors. Which means that I have to suffer through a term of Literary Theory courses. It’s a course that is suppose to have us English Grad’s think “critically” about the material, aka ‘books’ that are before us. Of course I though I had this term in the bag since I always think ‘critically’ about books seeing that I am a review/book blogger. But noon. This course wanted us to think deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper! Push again the written words of the text book and she into the writers mind. If I were to push ‘deep’ into Rainbow Rowell mind when reading Fangirl I would think she had a think for Starbucks and Protein Bars, and perhaps a hidden hatred for Rayban’s? But I really couldn’t see how or why the study of psychoanalysis would be that demanding. Then the assignment came, and I realize how much I both admire and hate Sigismund Schlomo Freud.
“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.”
Altering having a choose of a few books, I cleverly choose the book with the least about of pages to complete my exhausting thesis paper on, Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World.
Oh Dear Gawd I hope I never have to read this book again in my entire life. I hate that book. Not because it’s not amazing. Oh it’s quite amazing. It’s a great book but I honestly NEVER want to see it again! After spending ten weeks constantly going through different Literary Theories trying to interrupt the different reasons of:
Why is Bernard Marx fearful of rejection while John the Savage accepts rejection openly?
Why is religion, monogamy, Shakespeare, and marriage non existent in Huxley’s New World?
I realize that I intact did not have this term in the bag. Not only did I not have a bag to have “the term in the bag” I didn’t even think I had a mind. I didn’t even have the focus to split my brain from writing my multiple thesis papers to writing entertaining and comical reviews. For that I am truly sorry. I really hope these 500, introduction to obtaining a Master’s in English, courses get a lot more relaxing ( FAT CHANCE!), OR I can better multitask between being human, a blogger, a Uni student, a wife, and a pet owner.’Cause if anyone has truly suffered being abandoned it’s poor wolf pup Alcide, because I have not given him his daily belly rubs, the poor beast has been fitting himself around the curve of my small desk, resting his head on my feet! Ahhhh baby no!
However, the term is over. I’ve spoken to my student counselor, and I am proud to say I am human again!
Thanks to Zoriada Cordova’s awesomely painted “Labyrinth Lost” skull plus the books and crystals, I won during the “Labyrinth Lost” street contest arriving during one of my academic mental down, and supportive if not equally stressed hubby buying me this very AlphaSmart 30000, word processor. I can keep an eye, or two, on my devious daughter, while also writing about all my life and book adventures! I really hope this absences from my blog won’t ever happen again, but I won’t make promises I’m not sure I can keep. What I will ask is that we respect each other, and be honest with each other. And I can honestly say I absolutely hate my Literary Theory course!