I Figured It Out...
You know, people ask me all the time, "drsharna, why are y'all psychologist peopleses the nuttiest, craziest, most bizarro motherfuckers out there?" Seriously, I never knew until I started trying to write this stupid dissertation thingy. You know, the one that makes raising a teenager look like a piece of cake. Today I figured it out. We're all batshit crazy because our dissertation committees drive us there, drop us off and force us to find our way back - barefoot - in the snow - uphill - both ways - blindfolded - spinning plates - on our noses - riding a unicycle - with no seat - while juggling rabid porcupines - and running chainsaws. If we make it back alive then people have to call us Doctor forevermore. Good thing it doesn't matter if we're still cogntively intact. If not, well then just go ahead and sign us up to work "down to the WalMarts," because after all the nonsense and hoops we have to jump through we're reduced to blithering idiots. That's all I have to say about that. Must. Have. Rest.
PS
Note to self: Go down to the walmarts and pick up a greeter application after class...
3 comments:
Well that applies not just to psychologist type people but to cultural studies type people trying to do dissertations. I think your description pretty much sums up my experience. I feel so understood... finally.
-N
Ah, but congratulations to you for having the wherewithal to stick with it. I considered getting my doctorate, but when they informed me I'd have to take calculus I was quickly dissuaded. Perhaps someday. In early childhood education. Someday.
**smooches**
Jessucka
All I ask is that you at least give me one of them smiley face stickers when I visit :)
Sounds like you've gotta go through Hell....
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