Dr Shaw is a lecturer in Further Education at Edge Hill University, Ormskirk. She also offers philosophy courses at the School of Continuing Education, Lifelong learning, at the University of Liverpool. In 2015, she has completed her Doctorate in philosophy with a focus on existentialism, the equilibrium doctrine and narrative. She has worked as a teacher of English and Comparative literature and Philosophy at The American University in Cairo, Egypt where she also obtained her BA (Hons). Dr Shaw has an MA in Philosophy and Literature from the University of East Anglia where she also taught on a number of humanities subjects. Whilst working in North Wales in Further education, she gained a PGCE aimed at teaching in FE and HE sectors. Dr Shaw moved to Liverpool in 2010 where she now resides.
Interests: Existentialism, Narrative, Comparative Literature, Feminist Thought, Public Speaking, Arab Existentialism, Philosophy of Education, Art, Music, Film and Theatre, Greek Mythology, Existential counsellor and psychotherapist.
Saturday, 17 November 2012
"Falling" probably because if you were 100% aware of it, you would not have fallen in the first place. You would have resisted, thought hard about it and rejected it as silly or even useless.
Isn't it funny that we "fall" in love very early in our youth? Early or mid-twenties mark a time in our life where we are impulsive and prone to "falling" in love, mostly because we do not see clearly or think twice about anything at all.
I fell in love many times as a teenager and in my early twenties. Every time I recall thinking that it will be the last. The end of the world even but it kept happening until I finally gave up and married at 23. Yes, very young but I thought to myself if I waited longer I would probably never get married at all. Because: 1. I would have seen clearly why I should cherish my independence and 2. I would have already built myself a comfortable life that only revolved around me and it would be extremely difficult to let my guards down or allow someone to share what I have built.
So I guess the cruel, yet true, moral of this story is: the older you get, the less chance you have to "fall" in love...