ugh...
Dear GOD!!! So back to credibility. I'm at the London airport, staying in something called a Yotel. What that is a closet inside the terminal that you can pass out at, pay hourly, whatever. Anyway, so I go outside for a cigarette and end up meeting a lady named Lorane. She was nice, we were talking just b.sing really, and she asked me what my major was. I told her psychology and she then proceeded to ask me all these questions about her friend and if shes really 'depressed.'
My goodness, I swear everytime I tell someone I'm a psyche major they automatically assume I want to hear their problems. My favorite one was when I met a few of Liz's friends, one of them asked me what my major was...haha
me: psychology
her: oh, so does that mean you want to listen to all my problems...
thought of mine: oh. dear. god.
Anyway, so now on I'm saying general studies. But Lorane just kept firing away with her little Scottish accent. I mean I've done this psyche thing for a good 4 years, but I'm not licensed or credible in any way shape or form, so why ask me woman!?!?
Worst of all, I'm working one day and this guy comes in and starts up a conversation with me about coffee. I give him a latte and he asks if I'm in school whatever, my major and what not. The norm.
Well, after I told him I was in psyche, 3 hours (more like 30 minutes, felt like 3 hours) later he left after talking about how his son wants to commit suicide and how he has been in therapy for 3 years..blah blah blah. UGH!!
WHY?!?!? I'm not credible people! sigh...how people need answers, so cute.
