#bex babbles

Hi guys, so not to be the person constantly asking favours but I’m just gonna quietly put the link to my dissertation research study here for people to take part in. 

https://research.sc/participant/login/dynamic/437C2628-22F9-48CB-BB4A-0A4181B634F6

Study Name: The Relationship between Mood State and Performance on Creative Thinking Tasks.

Description: To explore the relationship between mood and creative thinking, participants will be asked to watch mood related video clips and then rate their mood. This will be followed by a variety of creative thinking task questions from the remote associates test (linking 3 words together with a 4th) and the alternative uses task (coming up with multiple uses for everyday objects). This will then be followed by rating their mood again. This is estimated to take between 30-45 minutes.

It’s also completely anonymous, I will have no way of identifying anyone who does the study.

I’m not sure how it works on some phones, so computer/laptop might be better, but let me know if you have problems working it. 

Also once it’s done, if anyone is interested in what I find, let me know and I might make a small post about the results.

and this was the suggested result....

i’m....

You know he does, that's not even a question. They way you grab his bicep and chirp out little laughs, the way your face flushes. Sometimes you'll genuinely be laughing at what he says and he can't help but wonder what the fuck is wrong with you. You laugh when he's mean, when he's not trying to be funny. It's always so fucking coy too, it drives him insane. It's like you know something he doesn't. He hates that. He wants to know what's so funny. Why are you laughing at him, because you have to be laughing at him, right? Right?

He'll interrogate you while he drills your shit like he's mining for oil in your guts. "What's so fuckin' funny? You're not laughing now." His face is flushed red, was it the sex or embarrassment of being so worked up over something as simple as a dumb girl getting on his nerves? What is he, fifteen? No, he's a grown ass man.

Nah, he's plowing your shit so good it's knocking the wind out of you. He holds your hands under his on your thighs, keeping you effectively pinned. "Can't laugh now, baby. No, nothin's funny now, is it? This is serious stuff." He's got you seeing stars and wriggling away, but he won't let you get away.