Back to the current central theme of my intellectual life...do I really want to follow the career path I'm on? Do I want anything to do with something like a 'career path' in the first place? Been struggling with my bloody dissertation again. Received my feedback on my results section on Monday and my poor boyfriend came home from work to find me blubbering hysterically 'it's all red pen'. I was slightly freaked out by my meltdown, it's just uni right? it's not LIFE, or is it? In order to study the things that fascinate me and turn my mind on (sexual selection, mate choice, mothers and infants in evolution) I will have to go through the hell of statistics to get my data. Do I want to face a life of sobbing in front of a computer screen when the bloody numbers won't do what I tell them? Maybe I simply don't have the necessary skills yet and in a couple of years will be laughing at the worries of my current self, but on the other hand maybe I'm just thick and incapable of doing stats without gargantuan struggles. bugger.