skywisdom

This should be a short update
I was frustrated before, and one of the reasons why I am less so now, is that I've found the root of it.
Namely, it's coming into a freshman class at the age of 21. I'm technically a sophmore, but I'm living with kids just out of high-school. I'm going to class with them.
And it's not exactly a maturity thing. Like, "Oh, I can drink so obviously I'm more mature than you." No, it's simply an experience thing. Most of these kids are just now getting out of their parents homes, just getting out of their high-school lives. They think that creating a connection with somebody is somehow missing out on something. The only valid connection to the majority of them is a sexual one, or I should say, a singularly sexual one. They do not yet understand that a relationship is by far a more fufiling experience than a hook-up, both emotionally and sexually.
You see, when you are with someone for an extended amount of time, not only is there an emotional connection to sex, but you understand each other's bodies more. It only becomes more passionate, not less.
I don't know, I'm sure this isn't the same for everyone. Not everyone truly enjoys relationships, and not everyone I meet is looking for casual hookups solely. Just many people I've been associating with. I've already come to understand that I need to spend less time with them.
Still, even those that are not looking for a cheap hook-up still seem to be afraid to make a connection with anothe person. I'm not just saying, "oh, people don't like me, it's obviously their fault" I've literally heard, spoken with people, who claim that making a connection is frightening/pointless/too much work. Katie said to me the other day, "I just don't have time to be emotionally invested in anyone"
Fuck! I'm sorry, that's fucked! You don't have the time NOT to emotionally invest in someone. Because you'll wake up one day and realize that you never did, and it may or may not be too late. You certainly can't go back and fix it then.
Rant rant rant rant.
I'm also bitter because I'm surrounded, all the time, but really really really ridiculously good looking girls and not getting anywhere with them.
Shut up! Don't feel sorry for me! I'm way happy and don't need them. Basically, I've adopted the viewpoint that if I'm really interested in a girl, and she doesn't want to take the time to get to know me, or simply isn't interested then, well, she's missing out, and for right now I need to focus on indulging my creative desires and scholastic endeavors. I'm really not worried. I'm excited.
But seriously, I'm going to show these people. I don't think they realize what it really means to be passionated. Not all of them at least.
A girl asked me once if my parents were as passionate about life as I was. I was flattered.
You're only given so much time. It seems like people here fall on either side of the spectrum. either they:
A) Worry too much about the future and only do school and ignore social events and sex and all that good stuff or they
B)Think that college is the only time they'll be able to fuck around and spend all their time drinking and trying to get people in bed that they miss out on what could be an actually amazing oppurtunity to truly be with someone and enrich their ownselves.
Some scary people fall on both at once. I try and embrace neither. Take care of my self, try and increase my drive, my will, my potential, and not worry too much about being alone. When you are desperate, you drive people off, or you make mistakes.
I'm writing a story.
Ideas for plays?

edit: Far more importantly, did you know I found a magic lamp? It had a genie inside, but he was old and only granted me one wish, so what did I wish for? A Flux set taken by Sean, of course!!!!