Author Archives: Suraj Sood

About Suraj Sood

I'm a psychology Ph.D. who dreams big! More about me can be gleaned from my other social media profiles.

Culturockets

To save the research world is a big deal. Playing a Maslowian life is, too! If I play it right, people might think: He must have a sexy occipital lobe.

Double-reinforcing the punishment can mean a lock of both locks to punish myself for what I did…. Oh–if it were as simple to just Pesh-sesh life away. But, academia is not for the faint of mind!

Cheers to fitness. Do I have an income issue!? There’s no need to get all up in arms about assets

“I must not question maleness.” I wonder if–for some–being autistic was the rational answer. Heroic social research might examine this in-depth.

Blink-butt poop is a path to attaining a Yusei aesthetic. Or–possibly a Georgia persona?! White shoepremacy was a concern as I bought my first, pure white pair o’ kicks…

There is some truth in speed. Finding my BI’s voice might only be a quest! I pick up my heel like a kitten after moisturizing it.

She was my last temptation. A crescent moon and lightning can both be red on an angry summer night! Often, I am inundated with acronyms (like ‘SD’)…

I will sometimes think to bro around with a chick! After going to last weekend’s rock show, I dug into my math rock pocket. An airtight person will allow me to master this individualist’s game.

Some rings were just meant to be lost…. Drink some depressant. It won’t make us impossibly light-hearted.

Playing with Persona

Missing the last social meeting wasn’t Aug’ing my Cog, so I “finished” my “technical love” paper. Regardless, getting my Yu-Gi-Oh! fix has become a daily matter. I had a day of insight, yesterday; today is too young to judge.

She, for me, embodies all that is feminine. And I–for her–embody all that is masculine. This being said–there are no sympathetic bones in their body…who is “their”? They are someone lost in time: to me, lost to our past…

Conservatism runs deeper than that–that is, deeper than being both weird and dissonant. Passing the outgoing mantle can prevent one’s successor from displaying insidious behavior.

Am I a relatively extreme AugCog guy (for my age)? Yes; but in any case, an ineffective towel doesn’t dry well. The anguish of a romantic can, at times, feel quite palpable!

That was a subpar (beer) pull! I thought: perhaps I had sipped too much or little. To sully a friendship–is it not self-evident that such an idea lacks any merit, whatsoever? What I may have come to observe is that it’s not all roses and daisies in Diversity Land!

Yet, still…Lady Luck belongs with Gentleman Skill! I can pay attention in a productive way! I got out my Waifutop* just to type this all out…I’ve felt like I had an ambiguous romantic future since last year.

‘She’ was a detective of her own feelings. Meanwhile, troubleshooting myself re-presented itself as a psychological project during today’s shower…. My doctor never once told me to develop Blue Obelisk balls.

As long as that is her will, I will abide by it. I cannot negate it! Yet: I still fancy myself something of a warrior. I had tried and appealed to her values–but the lucrative anti covid-19 industry beckoned.

I have known more than one yahoo brother. Pacing and typing is peculiar to me; not for them. Positional reasons for doing something include feeling good, possibly practicing the non-Olympic sport of racquetball.

At certain places and events, I felt I might be vaguely looking for her…. This Ariana Grande-fueled lifestyle could go for only a time. If she’s always with me, then I’m not lost. My love outlives me!

This could become a small but powerful blog. Til then: I settle for being a someday-professor! Am I a research hippie? That’s a definite benefit…all the while, western science and fewer corporate intellectuals are jacked on neuroscience.

To enact romance as a values-Nazi can make one lose the urgency that didn’t result from genuine patience. At this point, I’m a griefmaster; Tool McToolio? Tendienitis can result from being a semi-professional magician of psychology.

As a secret GOAT, I uttered some statement and awakened her latent Catholicism! It would be a great, individualistic triumph to become a published theorist of reality. More than this, I want to release the shining light in my soul…

Simps of the universe unite, reconciling science with romance. She rage-married; yet: “Almost” isn’t “don’t?” An essay forming on my mind, I learned that we can have stupid sensibilities.

I was (just earlier today) on the threshold of evolution

*This denotes nothing existent–only fanciful.

Religious about academics

She looked at him with longing. He felt a breeze through the White House…. Earlier, he had worked on concretizing cognition.

“No one less than my soulmate” would he pause for on his antiviral crusade. The sun does not shine dimly on this man’s dream! It needn’t matter that he was assaulted by metal razor shaves in that mosh pit, two weeks prior.

Disjointed people need to be put back together after they fall apart. Are such people not especially sensitive to the problems of the world? Meanwhile, what I want to know is whether I would be assured in this-or-that purchase.

I do laundry when a cobble of clothes collects in the bin. No longer would I be whisked away by an exotic woman: this signifies intent, really! The blackness of heartbreak is due to a metaphorical cardiac cancer.

What Yu-Gi-Oh! GX‘s season 4 teaches us about the nature of pathogens like viruses is something I still don’t know. Sometimes, this show cuts through the chaos–resulting in a kind of psychological awakening…

Reincarnation uncertainty is real for partly-practicing Hindus (and, I suppose, Buddhists)! “It’s just another layer of dissonance,” replied the hard-nosed individualist. The manuscript that wouldn’t let go tugs on my subconscious (SbCs) sub-mind?!

Undo your feelings; your mind is a vacuum. The latter may only be a SbCs assumption. Racquetball is my buddy (until I realize my stamina needs sore work)! But when it’s too busy working to hang out, I can be happily anesthetized with ordinary anime.

A run-of-the-mill nerd performed a hedonic streak across his fraternity parking lot. To be solely focused on the right thing is to give up any and all artificial struggle…the break-up to end all break ups made me take off my hedonist’s cap. This mightn’t be a seasonal constant!

To be language’s fool in a brave and chaotic world. While clinging to our careers, we cease being magical and flinch on faith! Do not romanticize the monster anymore: cherish instead the gratitude monkey (mind).

“Am I thrown off, biologically?” A probable druggie may ask this. Social confession eases his sin all the way up to hell; but his soulmate hangup persists! Never mind the hickey chick who took what he no longer had…for him, this could be an exciting interpretation!

Why bother rousing an awakening man? Don’t release a storm! Nay: tease out love, (including its end as an individualistic decision). There is no need to steamroll my mom on it–not while facing the fallout from that 🍔!

Any trace of sympathy was confounded by a powerful witch, who broke up to be a creative.

A lesson in individualism

Life-force conservation is paramount. Life-force is not something to be “liberated”, i.e. dumped into the toilet! Still–a liberal education ought to lead one to a liberal life…

There’s a ticking clock in my head. “We aren’t to date meanly!”: this is what Oldie McOldie tells me. Yet, OneDrive should assume it’s my storage spouse?

Society is a mask, and we are all collectively its wearers. The falsely-acronymized SD (discriminative stimulus) is chill and glamorous: at least, until my friend was trounced by Trishula…. Nerds who have been fapping to Dark Magicial Girl will be hungover from life!

To an extent, I was raised by a hellraiser. No one wants to fall on a race sword! Creativity is heartening; just try not to get too stinky from the mosh pit…was there ever true need to defect against my dad?

I relented to her! Holactie, Creator of Light is just Exodia on steroids. Do rebellious behavior interventionists (BI’s) know this? In any case, since my mom’s last birthday lunch, her thirst for a magarita surely has evaporated…

Nobody wants to be–never mind eat–a dumb-cake. Instead, we should all choose a full and active life! This might be a hard moral standard (perhaps more so than the adventure of traffic can sometimes seem to call for). Through the powers of nurture, I have consumed many a modest ramen in my life.

“No more Mr. Nice Sex,” says a man of socio-libidinal reform. This man returned to LUCLA, that is “Lucy-LA” yesterday. There, he was able to surpass the dark side of us?!

Will I be a problem BI? My business intelligence was not the sharpest…but, that was different! When all is said and done, perhaps humor was the secret! As an accepted defense mechanism, it can lead one out of the pit of unhealthiness. Keeping my soul sharp is what matters, these days!

“Proof is an important principle,” my mind said to me. It could help guard one from that too American way of doing things…sometimes, even I feel the chill of the Supreme King (Haou). But I don’t tend to whilst flirting with an aesthetic!

As if any fap is really proud (in the positive, affirming sense). While detached from it, I am not fully bereft of any Amway literature. Science is relentless; are we heart-dead? We must heed free will’s mighty consequences…. I might not be slave to the wheel, after all!

Learning is part of the journey of life. Here, I have submitted once more to the appealing aesthetic of WordPress: Frizzie McFrizzle ought to understand.

Driving is a battle for your life!/Quarantine preoccupations

A mature theorist doesn’t know better. A strong, solemn psychologist probably doesn’t, either! Both must have practiced and continual faith in creativity…

No need to be in an avoidant mood. The king of AugCog is likely not present; pretending you’re retired is cool? I’ve known a couple of badass East Asian chicks in my life.

Miracle cream for the hands was available for pickup at a certain Target, somewhat nearby! With all the logic he could muster, the buyer of said cream managed the will of a winner. Alas–he had neither the mind, nor the will for her…

To be coddled by stimulus money is a recent trend. What a dark day at Duel Academy, does it spell! I am an expert on my life (autobiography pending).

She was–regrettably–denied access to my dream world. Silly lessons learnt: there is fun in contrast…. There is more to existence than being ridiculously cognitive.

Wildberry shorts are technically unbranded. To be a conscientious dater is requisite for being frosty about dating! Postponing peace is never wise.

Still–one ought to be a fully-integrated lover. Recyclo-man says, “I am no chub-Nazi: born and raised!” I didn’t know fate was so fickle that she could be tempted…

A phone-time employee is just a modern-day student. Can having distaste for social engineering can lead to unforeseen cultural consequences?! Ambivalent indifference is paradoxical; best not to live life in a Vitamin D-aze.

Being confined by animu could hasten heartbreak. To slide into hedonism–or, to accept loss gracefully? You might not be haunted by what I said…and by what I could not do.

Soulmate or GTFO has become my MO. Moving like you’re dead: es no bueno!

Double-blog reinforcication

I want to reconcile disparate stimuli. A nearby church is critical of society’s shallow connections; modernists assert socio-technology as being “just how things are, now”. Won’t someone please just show me their Shinto?

It is an art–being detached, not harassed. My first brush with Lady Chaos ended in various shades of disagreeableness. I have been withholding romance, since…

Arrogantly asserting irony as truth is the mode of an unenthused hipster. The most inclusive “we” consists of the “freezein” to counter burnout. What a crater of laughter!

Have I been overloading the noosphere? It doesn’t feel like a traumafest…I’d rather just laugh assertively. I aspire to be greater than an unrelatable robot.

The rigors of romance might appeal to a perfectionistic gamer. Such a person should have a balanced body economy; though it is true, that “pain gives life some character”. A strategic multitude should be employed!

Wild Westerners and Yu-Gi-Oh! players alike can have an insatiable thirst for duel. Do the latter have it for ocular reasons? Or is it simply just the right level of tempting to “go full weirdo”?

Writing as a diagnosed cyclothymic is one way to curtail the mania. The world is an ontology of souls! Pain overrides joy: the fun ends, there…

…Until we experience the feeling realization. A distasteful thought–what if I want to jam with the devil? I wouldn’t wanna trigger shippers with a potentially good romance!

“Love”–the ultimate hoodwink. Take things data-day. Rest up from successive tired-eye days!

When I’m tired, imaginary folks have had poor taste in my life. I discovered this in a treasure trove of answers. Dare to defy an oppositional ethic?!

We find ourselves in a broader coolness context. This aria includes at least one forthright woman. Nerds can put their cards where their muscles are?

Semi-Sir Sleeps-a-Lot

We are heartily triggered by thirsty energy. Dum-dum geniuses know that: affect lies beyond a thin layer of cognition! Sometimes, I am just an upper-middle djinn (by my own persistent evaluation) awaiting summons…

One may need to exploit systemic flexibility to keep sane. A whimsical dream girl might fall for a free philosopher–but either way, why be technical about love? It may turn away the unworthy to build a more sturdy psychological empire, to accommodate those with forlorn hearts.

Sometimes, to fall out of love could be a win for sobriety. It can lead one to recognize their special relation with the universe! Love is the most objective shield from wicked magick…

I must be wary for anyone who could become a victim of my wrath! The impulse for play is best paired with a romantic plan. Interpersonal relations are best when not fraught with friction.

Join the cult of respect and embark on a pop-punk voyage. There, one may find their own un-reconciled darkness–at such a time, the conviction of friendship can save our lives. A proper life analysis can begin after such vicious tests.

Ironic though it is to type here: “life is not reducible to the internet”. You have to moralize your being for the spirit of Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) to come save you! He will deem you sacred, therefore safe…. There is no broken life path.

Navigate treacherous social waters

Here I am: feeding the hedonistic machine. That’s my laptop, with WordPress open. For pleasure’s sake, we won’t talk about the healing touch of a tongue.

Instead, let’s discuss the depression of evolution. Love was our way out of that one…. In L.A., it seems most of us have been individualists on the streets, but collectivists in the sheets.

I’ve been in something of a graduation pit (since May). Does friendship douse the fire of romance? Questions like these throw me back onto myself!

Some things in life are imcompatible with my being. Specifically, what happens when you and I didn’t think any better? I’m no Jesuit dream-boy; nor do I think I’ll have any “Hinduit” children.

None of it makes me want to be sadboi animu. That would disrupt your buzz–non? If you take an existential risk, you might get a humanistic reward out of it!…

We can be weak but knavely. Some among us are druggy jocks! Ya can’t have your contact solution and drink it, too…our eyes are shining, inspired–born of intuition.

Enclosed–safely enclosed…that’s how we were during quarantime. It’s O.K. to have perfectly natural, oedipal and Freudian feelings. Just don’t be a dum-dum emo boi: and in application, refer to the full panoply of theories.

To Last from First: An Epic Loventure

This is the story of a man’s love voyage. It begins with a deep friendship between two fellow emo nerds in high school. It ends with the gift of my soul’s dream to another.

Once, a high school student lent his history notes to a classmate in English. The English teacher–who assigned readings of Jane Eyre and 1984–did not seem to notice. Though the main character did not know it, this classmate would become his first love.

Our protagonist’s second love followed from the first. This love was pretty with blue eyes, platinum blonde hair, and pale skin. The two enjoyed a nice summer together with their two best friends before saying goodbye, as each departed for their respective beach college.

The hero’s third love began over the internet, extending across the Atlantic Ocean from America to a Transylvanian castle. Disenchanted with his college’s shallow dating scene, the man falls in love with a charming woman’s prose. The two embarked upon a love journey of astonishing philosophical depth.

As his hero’s journey was ending, the man fell in love one last time. The woman this time was one he had met before at his home, purely by chance. He would be her first love, much as his own was for him; both his first and last loves were good friends and bridesmaids of his best girl friend in high school.

This has been my love voyage. There is no telling just how love will be born or come to be, but we must follow it to the very end. Will you and I, both–forever and together?