Yesterday we were taught about Humanistic Psychology and Self-Actualisation and Maslow and how those who are most happy and content with (their) life are those who view the world with childlike eyes and wonderment and are imaginative and spontaneous and authentic and see beauty in everything.

Today my friends called me weird. They said I’m too happy and childlike and imaginative for them and that there’s nobody else as strange as me in the course and then they went back to their pessimistic and serious world and thought it was boring how the doors in D block opened and how the projector screen scrolled down and the way the ice formed on that rock on Princess Street and how the murders dance in the sky every twilight.

I don’t know how to feel.

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