Wheee
Yeah, so I made an appointment with psychological services. I mean, it’s free, and I figured I should talk to a professional. I mean, I don’t think there’s necessarily anything wrong with me other than a strong (controlling) need for companionship, but meh. I just feel like my being single is bothering me more than it should… rationally, I can and should wait for the right person… it’s just that emotionally I’m having trouble dealing with it.
In other news, I’ve gotten a bit more done as far as 312 goes. Then I realized I have an 18100 exam and a 21301 exam this week. Not too worried about the combinatorics… lowest exam grade is dropped, and my other two were both As, so I can only do better. 18100 shouldn’t be too terrible either, just a little worried about capacitors.
Hurrah for getting nothing done over Carnival weekend. But I did have lots of fun, and that’s what the weekend is for, I guess.
Dude – do not, for the love of God, rush into a relationship. Personally, my attempts at such have failed, and my dad’s last attempt landed him in a bitter marriage. Same’s true of my mom, but that’s a separate discussion. It’s like Frye said in Bueller’s Day Off: “My father… loves the car, hates the wife.”
To comment elsewhere, there’s nothing wrong with wanting a close friend. Humans are born with that innate desire. I think the problem, as with most things, comes in when it begins to motivate your every move, interfere with your thought process and cloud otherwise good judgment.
To further comment, there is absolutely nothing wrong with being single. Despite everything Hollywood tells you, most people who stay single grow up to have happy, meaningful lives (possibly more so, given that relationship maintainence and child-rearing didn’t chew up time and mental energy). You don’t need that other person to make you whole; you only need you.
Amen to “you only need you”…
But emotions suck. Dang. They mess up a life that could otherwise be perfectly logical.
Hey Alan, I say you and me go get species change operations…. Let’s be vulcans!
*imagines Alan with pointy ears and a tricorder*