Ever wonder about the meaning of life?

Not what the meaning of life is, but why we have to have one? Why does cognitive thinking automatically equate to a higher place in the world for humans than everything else that exists?

I went to a party for a friend last night. While it was nice to see a bunch of people who I used to work with, it made me realize something. I neither thrive nor particularily enjoy large group enviroments. People stumbling around a house drunk making lame jokes, and telling the same stories to the everyone they come across = not my idea of a good time. I ended up sitting there for at least an hour watching two people play shot glass chess. And I smoked a lot. I seem to always smoke more when I'm uncomfortable with my surroundings.

I also think that there was a girl who was actually hitting on me. Which is odd, because I never, ever get hit on by anyone. It was really nice up until I started talking to her, and realized that the poor girl was literally stupider than a pile of bricks. Really pretty (which was even more surprising), but I just couldn't bring myself to keep flirting back. I'm not sure what it would have lead to if I had, but I know I won't have sex with someone I can't see myself in a relationship with. Maybe I take life a little to seriously, maybe my standards are too high , I dunno.

I went home when everyone was getting ready to out to a club. I didn't need to compound my situation with being in a room with a ton of horny men in polo shirts, with upturned collars no less, all jostling for the attentions of like five girls on the dance floor. I don't think a lot of guys who go to these places realize that the skit from SNL "A night at the Roxbury"; it isn't that far off of them in a modern dance club. It annoys me to see people treat other people like meat.

Well, enough rambling out of me, have a nice day everyone.