Me, Maslow, and A Thump.
I have got to get myself under control
In class this week, we discussed leadership theories, and because Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs is EVERYWHERE, we discussed it as well. My professor begins to explain physiological needs, and my classmates start calling out things like food, shelter, etc. But what do I, the celibate young woman, say? That's right, and with gusto, I utter, "SEX!"
I would have loved to say that I said sex because I knew about Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, however, I was barely paying attention. Yet somewhere, deep within my tunnel of love, there was a strong THUMP, which somehow reared it's ugly head when my ears registered the words "physiological needs". Needless to say, I was quite embarrassed, and my face turned completely red while my classmates laughed.
The usage of thump probably peaked your interest. A term stolen from my friend Amber, it's how I gauge exactly how focused I am going to be on the sex i'm not getting. If there's nothing, then i'm good. If there's a hum, then i'm probably at least glancing at every guy in basketball shorts I see, just in case there's a print (and since i'm in college, it happens often). A thump, on the other hand, means I should try and stay busy, in order to ignore the constant meditation-like chanting in my head, "Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex." Complete and utter agony.
As you can see, my head was nowhere close to Maslow, or his needs, but rather how much I would like to take care of my own. To my complete dismay, I realized that, as much as I practically imagine myself humping the closest attractive man, I don't really want to have sex with just anyone.
This is torture.