Maybe it’s the stress hormones because of exams, but everyone around me is falling in love. And what love it is! While trying to gulp down sociological concepts in the library the other day, I couldn’t help being distracted by the lovey-doveys sitting next to me, in front of me and everywhere else around me. So while my views on ethnocentrism are heavily splattered with the kisses that the girl sitting next to me received on her hair, cheeks, neck and where-nots, my take on Functionalist aspects of Racial Prejudice are convoluted with the too comforting back rubs that the guy sitting in front of me was enjoying. So I am only hoping that my sociology paper, which is going to be filled with flirtatious theories manages to catch my professor’s attention and helps me get some marks on Monday.
I often find myself in situations where I am thought less worldly-wise because I am not into mushy love. Honestly, I have no problems with people “expressing” love, however they want. It’s just not my thing. I only feel that pillow talk should be kept to pillows, that’s all.
