Well, I take that back. Family Guy is pretty hilarious, but there's only so many Robot Chickens I can handle until I burst into flames of anger.
So, second semester, sophomore year just started. I never thought I would say this (and I never speak in absolutes) but I find myself becoming more and more introverted as the semesters go by. Maybe it's the pragmatist in me - the only person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with is me, so I might as well get used to it. Cynicism? I can do that, too: people suck and will ultimately, eventually, let you down.
God help me if it's a superiority complex. AKA why should I bother with all of these nimrods? Leave me alone while I paint my nails black and read some Somerset Maugham. Fuck you. Yeah, you.
(Side note - I just found a fun little website called eNotalone.com while I was Googling other books Mr. Maugham wrote, besides Of Human Bondage. Just the fact that it's called eNotalone tickles me pink).
Anyway. That's all beside the point. The point is, I miss Emily and Matthew and my other friends from home far more than I anticipated.
Fuck you. Yeah, you.
And yet I'm hardly introverted when I'm home. At home, I'm bursting at the seams for human contact.
Does the fact that I morph into an introvert at College upset me? Yes, but only because it makes me wonder if there's something wrong with me.
Or maybe College is just fuck hard. That could be it. That probably is it, and arguably explains why I often find myself wishing that I was the only one in all of my classes. No competition, right? Just me and the professor. Dropping our thang down.
Isn't there some sort of psychological need in humans to form bonds with others? Didn't I read that some where? I'm pretty sure it likened us to pack animals.
Yep, we're all a bunch of glorified beagles.
Pardon my lengthy pause in updates,
P. I. Staker
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