As the conversation progressed, I made some comment about becoming cynical in my middle age. She responded that it's not being cynical if the attitude it justified by reality. Her opinion is, it's a conditioned response. As I was leaving her office I made some crack about not feeling very Pavlovian.
But as I walked back across the parking lot, it got me to thinking. In reality, I'm not so different from that dog. It may not be a bell, it may not be food, and I may not salivate, but I am conditioned.
Just mention certain names and my temper becomes almost uncontrollable. I not sure I like the thought.