a few slices short
26 June 2005

it's funny how tom cruise can make such a blanket statement about psychiatry, calling it a phoney pseudoscience, when he's sucked into something that is not even close to any sort of true science (scientology, duh). what a crock. maybe that hits home a little with me, considering i'll be a professional counselor one day soon enough. psychiatry, while not my exact area of expertise (as if i have any expertise, mind you), is still something i have both studied myself and taken courses in. and to say that there is no such thing as a chemical imbalance, or that drugs prescribed to treat clinical disorders do nothing to help the people suffering through said disorders... what a moron.

hollywood doesn't pay you to spout off rants on things you don't know jack about, tommy boy, so go back to your cult meeting and drink the koolaid already. make xenu proud.

report on the tooth-pulling fiasco:
jen is a goddess among mere mortals! i swear it, after the surgery, she only spent a day in bed being pampered before she was out and about. we went shopping all day today (more pampering for her, of course) and watched a couple of chick flicks. i rented her can't buy me love, which was pretty funny, but still very chicky flicky. i totally predicted the '80s "slow clap" when the nerd reject stood up to the jock as the generic highschool clique distribution stared on. but back to jen, after a single day of power-vomit workouts, we ended up running all over the place shopping at eastchase, getting groceries, and she even made dinner! when i had my wisdom teeth out, i was out of commission for a week!

after this crazy recovery, i have concocted a sweet bogus theory on pain in men and women. i think that, as a man, i have a tendency to hold back pain or any demonstration of experiencing physical hurts. women, on the other hand, do not care to hide physical pain, and thus handle it bit by bit, taking breaks when they need to say, "ouch, that friggen hurt."

from that and a few other ideas, i think that once a man finds himself at a point where he's thinking, "screw it, this isn't going away anytime soon, and it's too much irritation and narcotics at once," he goes into "baby the crap out of me" mode and is on the mat a full 10-count for at least a week. women, effective monthly pain-dealers that they are, put the big girl panties on and say, "alrighty, i've got a life to get on with, i've done this before and will likely do it again (but maybe let him think i need to be seriously catered to because, hey, i should milk it for all it's worth while i can, mwaha)." that last part is probably just made up, but i'm a guy and this is what most guys think... j/k... kinda...

so! men let pain stop them for the longterm when it comes in unbearable incremental spikes, while women deal with it bit by bit when it happens, so when they do hit a huge pothole they aren't out for too long (unless they get dry socket, which would turn mr. t into carlton banks). crackpot idea?

it's late, this really isn't serious. tom cruise is still a buttface, though. argh.


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