Well That Didn't Work

HAPPY SUPERBOWL SUNDAY
My friend Alex is a psychology major. As such, he loves trying to get inside people's heads. We've started getting close in the last couple of weeks because he's taken a tremendous interest in the fact that, no matter how hard he tries, he can't get into mine. He hates that! He can't stand that he knows mostly only what I want him to know. He asked me how much I think I'm in his head. Truth is, our X-Men powers (or rather, mutations--Alex loves X-Men and would kill me if I didn't clarify) are eerily similar: I get inside people's heads and can (but swear I don't)manipulate people and situations to my liking. The scary thing is, I'm not kidding. Alex, on the other hand, gets inside people's heads and points out and picks at their flaws, forcing them to analyze themselves and self destruct. In an X-Men comic, a battle between us would be never-ending. He'd try to point out my weaknesses and would gradually do damage (but very minimal, stretched over massive amounts of time since I already know most of my mental weaknesses since the first head I got into was mine) while I was getting into his head making him convince himself that destroying me really wasn't what he wanted to do...kinda cool when you think about it. We made an agreement tonight to stop trying to penetrate each other's thoughts. He seems to have as much respect for me as I do for him. He and I talk for hours, mostly about psych, but also about my Rogue-ish streak of gray hair (currently covered by brown dye,) X-Men, etc. We're gonna put the streak back in my hair, but silver...its just cooler.

He's practically (but more hinting "you're really good at this") begging me to be a psych major. I agree, I'd be damn good at it, ut I'm not sure how much of an interest I have in it. I love figuring people out, I love theorizing on why people do what they do, and I love predicting people's actions. After Dennis left on Saturday night, I had my a hicky (my first) on my neck. Later that evening, I was talking to Alex in his room when his roommate (and friend of mine,) Mitch, came in and asked Alex to join him outside for a cigarette. Mitch went down to the lobby while Alex helped me carry a few things back downstairs, still talking. As he left my room to meet Mitch downstairs, I mentioned quite casually and most jokingly, "I'll bet you twenty bucks that Mitch asks you about the hicky on my neck." "Nah," he said. "Mitch isn't that interested, I don't think." While he was proof reading a paper of mine this evening, Alex said "Fuck, I'll be right back." He returned and counted out $20 in singles. I had no idea what he was giving me money for. I make joke bets casually almost daily. "What's this for?" I asked completely puzzled. "First thing out of his mouth," he responded. We both just cracked up laughing. I insisted he take the money back, but he said he was really impressed and since he is rarely impressed with people, I deserved his money. I'm taking him to dinner with it Friday night with it. But I digress, I don't know what kind of interest I have in working in psychology, despite my immense interest in the subject. I doubt, considering my talkative nature, that I could sit and listen to people bitch about their problems all day. I suppose I could go into the research branch of the field. Alex has invited me to do so with him...I was extremely flattered.

On a side note, I feel that Mitch and I are getting closer bit by bit as well. After Alex went to bed, he and I stayed up until 4:00am talking. I ended up going to be around 5:30ish because when I got back to my room, Hannah could sleep so I played the part of counselor for a while. She and I rarely talk and yet she really opened up to me. Maybe I would be a good therapist.
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