Choosing to become a psych major is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
I mean, apart from marrying my husband or deciding at the age of 13 to finally engage in normal personal hygiene routines. (It was time.) But in any case, I love being a psych major.
In what other major do you get to talk about what makes people do the things they do for hours on end and not be seen as some sort of strange freak? There’s no more “Honey, talking about people’s early childhood experienced with their parents isn’t acceptable conversation at the dinner table.” No, these people get me.
That being said, there are quite a few people who just don’t. And I find that whenever I say I’m a psych major, I inevitably get asked the same questions that always betray the fact that the asker doesn’t actually know much about psychology. [Read more…]