I used to think Avril Lavigne was pretty deep.

Or, if not pretty deep, kind of deep.  Deep enough.  Though a quick reread of some of her lyrics suggests that she lacks some of the imagined depth I perceived in high school, I can still see why some of her songs resonated with me as a high schooler. "Everything's changing, when I turn around...

Psychology experiments tend to produce disturbing results,

but I find them to be engrossing reads. I recently came across a "Good Samaritan" study done by the Princeton psychology department in 1970.  The psychologists conducting the experiment wanted to know how differing approaches to religion, differing time restraints, and differing momentary thoughts affect people's choice to aid others. 40 seminary students were used...

Last week I was told I would never be a writer because

I'm not reclusive enough.  To which I responded "I am reclusive!" To which I received laughter.  And, yes, it sounded a bit weak to my own ears. Added to the hindrance of my nature is my nurture.  I had a wonderful childhood.  The sort that would render Dickens and the Bronte sisters unable to produce...