Oct 01, 2010 21:24
So two weeks on with my whole not being Jewish thing, a couple of points have come up. The first being that I told my family and got even less response than I was expecting (I wasn't expecting Mum to be terribly bothered in the first place, since she's been known to eat ham and bacon occasionally). Turns out she's much more concerned about the identity and 'marrying in' parts than the religous bits. And since I've already told her multiple times that I don't intend to make a special effort to marry in, that's pretty much the end of that problem. The second being that I still haven't gotten around to putting a pork product in my mouth, partly because I don't eat much meat to start with, but also because it turns out that I developed an aversion to the idea of eating pork in much the same way that I'm not keen on eating anything from McDonalds or KFC, despite having eaten there with great enjoyment in the distant past. I think about eating them and get a response from my brain indicating that they're not really food and if I want food I should go eat something else. So I'll basically have to go out of my way to eat some ham occasionally until I've convinced myself that pigs are edible after all.
In non-religious news, thesis is coming along nicely, but so is the deadline. As of today I have 3 weeks left to finish writing, polish it, and then get it printed, bound, and handed in. Scary stuff. I'm enjoying it a fair bit though, when it's not tedious or anxiety-provoking. Enough to continue with this academic writing stuff in the future? Maybe. I'll see how I'm feeling in 3 weeks.
In other other news, I'm still visting a psychologist on a regular basis. Progress there is not coming along so nicely, it's more of the one step forward, two steps to the side and then do-si-do around your partner before heading back to where you started variety of progress. Actually, that's not entirely true, I do think I'm slowly making real progress, it's just frustrating not to be improving faster. And to add insult to injury somewhat my psychologist reckons that my perception that I still have so far to go is itself symptomatic of my overly-perfectionistic thinking. So, uh, I guess that when I stop feeling like I need to make progress to be normal, that's when I'll know that I've achieved normality?
therapy,
thesis,
religion,
tags i'll probably never use again,
identity,
line-dancing metaphors