psychoanalyisis. wednesday. march fifth.
I could never be a therapist.
I love learning about psychology and i like understanding how people work, but to actually attempt to help other people understand and cope with themselves is something that I can’t do.
it’s almost like sitting in the front of the class or having the professor notice me or even attempting to talk and share my opinions in class. I don’t feel adequate enough or well enough education to participate in that manner. I can express my opinions on a multiple choice test, where it comes down to memorization and less application.
and I don’t know if that’s a problem or not. like I can hear the answers in my head that I want to say, but i filter through and decide that I don’t want to answer because it’s probably not right, and being wrong is a thousand times worse. I rather not speak then speak and be wrong, cause the feeling after the attempt is something I don’t really look forward to feeling.
and these are the reasons I couldn’t be a psychologist in any way. I over analyse every single part of me and the things I do, and that’s not a very helpful trait lol.
but i'm totally glad i'm talking the class.