The other day, I was reading one of Lauren's posts concerning a psychology game. You picture a cube . . . blah . . . blah . . . blah. You want to have sex with your psychologist . . . blah . . . blah . . . blah.
No, it is not like that at all. Hold on, let me go back and read the links - and pray that they make sense with what I want to write about today. If they don't make sense, I guess I will have to adjust what I will say (highly unlikely) or remove the hyperlink and make a bunch of stuff up (cough, cough).
Okay, I read the cube routine paper. And it reminds me of what I would think would be in those "How to Pick Up Women" books. You know, while it has never occurred to me to actually find one of those books, if I ran across a book entitled, "How Straight Women Pick Up Lesbians" I would buy the book. Not to read it and use it, per se, but because I would be curious as to the contents of the book. I mean, if Grant wrote "An Idiots Guide to Raising Atomic ChickensTM", I would read it, but I would not ever think of raising those birds.
Oh, a bit off what I meant to write about.
When I was in high school, I took a touchy feely class as a senior. It was taught by a teacher who never really left her hippie days. We wrote affirmation notes to each other to help build self esteem. We did trust exercises. And we did some psychology test where she described in an open-ended way us being somewhere, and we described it, described our actions.
I don't remember the test, but I am going to try and find it.
The only thing I do remember was one of the answers I gave (which is similar to the cube test in some ways) was shockingly accurate. The one question/answer I have remember asked us to describe a body of water and how we interacted with the body of water.
I described a very still and peaceful lake. The lake had not a ripple on its surface. It was so peaceful, so beautiful, so awe-inspiring. I was a bit surprised that there were no ducks in the lake, no fish striking the surface, no dragonflies grazing its calmness. And I sat by that lake and was completely in awe of the stillness, the beauty.
After we finished writing our answers, we would share them with the group, and the teacher would interpret them. The water part of the test was the bit about sex. Well, when the teacher got to mine, she said this indicated that I was a virgin, that though I was interested in sex, I had not experienced it. I was not afraid of it, but that it would be perhaps a more spiritual experience once I was involved with someone intimately.
Her description nailed where I was in my life sexually (I guess, years later, the body of water would be choppy, with a water spout working its way all over the lake). I was a bit mortified because there was a guy in the class I really liked (he had no idea), plus one of the hottest guys in school (he showed me more attention after this, probably because he wanted another virgin; he was hot and very sexually active).
Interesting how reading about "The Cube Routine" can bring back memories buried for so long.
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