Schemas

I wonder if I’m being too judgemental sometimes. (?) But I’m seldom wrong except for a few hiccups here and there which I can’t recall. (For that matter, some of you who think Tim is one good example of my bad judge, he has changed.)

So I was at a photoshoot today with Tim. He is the photographer for this yet to be launched blogshop. It didn’t help that one of them was someone I used to know and my impression of him wasn’t the best. Our brains usually make schemas about people and fill in the blanks automatically for information that you don’t have with what you already know and start deriving at a possible judgement of someone. Anyway, so the couple was either dishing out fake laughters and responses at times or ignoring you altogether. The offer to send me back was such a bad attempt at sincerity I think Bush did better at convincing the Americans that the war against Iraq was really for the good of humanity.

This is totally irrelevant but does anyone know of something called armpit cancer? I have this HUGE lump, something like 15-20mm in diameter, that is almost rock hard. And no, it’s not a pimple. There are no white spots around the area where it looks like you can squeeze and spurt all that white pus onto the mirror 123123m away. I know I’m being disgusting but Tim kept mentioning that whole pimple and mirror thing whenever he gets a pimple and it’s stuck in my head.