Regression

In one of my psychology classes, I learned about regression. All I remember is that it's a coping or defense mechanism where one reverts to childlike or even immature behavior.

I believe I've got some voluntary and involuntary regression going on.



For some reason, my face has become so oily that my adjusted glasses still slip down my nose. I turned to something that I last used in college - oil blotting wipes. I equate it with college. This morning, I slipped on a fireman-themed enamel bracelet from Martina-Martina, just because. A little regression helped me get through the day.

Alone

When I was in college, I shuddered at the thought of eating, or going anywhere, or doing something alone. Eating alone sounded particularly sad. I always viewed eating as a social activity - the more, merrier. So in college, I was always with my boyfriend-now husband, room mates or org mates. I rarely did anything alone.

Then law school came and forced me and hubby-then boyfriend to see each other only on week-ends. I was placed in a working class even if I was a full-time student so I only saw my classmates in the evening. Suddenly, I had to learn how to eat by myself.

I admit it was no fun at first. No one to "save" a table for you, no one to talk to.

Yet these days, I relish doing certain stuff alone. I love the hubby and my friends and all but I also love my "me times." Surprisingly, one of the things I like doing now is sitting in a small restaurant or cafe for hours, with a book or my phone. Now, I love NOT having to talk and NOT having to listen haha. My college self would've died of shock. :D