In my freshman year, most of us who chose Psychology as our major had this little hidden fascination with Freud. Sure I started thinking the man was a little off by my sophomore year, but one thing that stayed with me was his theory of psychological projection as a form of self defense.
If Freud is right, then my feelings of contempt are really not about him, but about me. There is something about this individual that makes me feel as though I have the brain of an ameba. I know that life is more important than this person. I also know that in the big scheme of the universe, he really is insignificant. But I find important to question why it is so hard to live by Eleanor Roosevelt's advice and know "