Hey there... long time no see!
Today was one of those days that I happened to have a couple of free hours during the morning because one of my professors was going to be absent, and consequently, our class with her was cancelled. So I asked to myself, "what am I going to do with this gap?" My options were quite simple: 1) going to the cafeteria to have a snack and play some table-tennis matches (appealing!); 2) going to the library and 'pretend' I read a book; 3) finish some assignments in advance (less likely to happen). I was about to go for the first option when, suddenly, I was abducted by a group of three girls and violently conducted into their classroom...
"Whether you like it or not, Kiky, you will take Positive Psychology with us today..." The threat had been quite straightforward and struggling against it was a complete waste of time. So I accepted my destiny... I was to take a two-hour class in which 'pink' girls were going to lecture me about how to be happy. How creepy is that!
Then Dr. Elías, the facilitator for the subject, arrived. I made a quick move and managed to ask him whether students who did not sign up for his subject were allowed to be in his class, hoping that he would say 'no'... but he said, "Well, if it is you, then you may stay..." Good grief! He did not help me at all with that comment, and now I had no way out of the situation. But do not get me wrong: It is not that I do not like Positive Psychology, or that I dislike those girls (actually they are amongst my best friends)... but THAT particular class are very, erm, 'pink' (anew), for they believe life to be a wonderful experience at every single minute... and perhaps for them it IS like that... but we, mortal people, do know that life is an everlasting conundrum...
So you may imagine what my position was like during the whole class time: I questioned every single thought and unfounded belief those pinkie girls stated, and I presented my perspective to them as well so as to balance the ideas we were discussing. It was as though no one else would think of happiness as a process and not as a goal. That subject has got a theory on its own, and these people were trying to create a foundation for happiness out of email chain letters! Summarising, you would get diabetes if you took Positive Psychology with that particular group... Fortunately, the class was over and I felt like I made a difference, and Dr. Elías sort of confirmed it... I was invited to attend his lecture anytime I felt like so.
Whilst walking out of the classroom, one of the girls came by and told me, "You are such a grapefruit. Before today, I catalogued you as a lemon, but now I consider you to be a huge grapefruit" She burst in laughter and so did I. I voiced my thoughts about the class and she sort of concurred with me... thankfully she is not a pinkie girl at all... But anyway, everybody else would find out I was a grapefruit and celebrate it... Maybe I am a grapefruit... or a lemon... I do not know for sure... What I do know is that sometimes, being a student of psychology, I feel like a stranger. I am much more rational than the overwhelming majority at my faculty... and we boys represent 6% of the psychology students population at my university... do the numbers...
After all, am I a grapefruit? :D

