I finally got the hard copy letter from William & Mary offering me admission with guaranteed tuition and stipend today. I saw a surprisingly good film version of Watchmen last night. I found out I won a fairly prestigious award and am being nominated for another at school this week. I’m being pushed to enter the best paper contest because my advisor thinks I have a really good chance at winning that as well. I’m visiting my future graduate school and presenting a paper at a conference next month, graduating the month after that, and finally embarking on my dream career in academia.
Good things have been happening to me left and right lately – on paper, it really looks like my life is finally falling into place after years and years of confusion, disillusionment, childishness, and fear keeping me from chasing what I knew I wanted all along.
I really thought I was finally growing the fuck up, getting my shit together, putting my head right and all that – and then she re-enters the picture and I’m instantly lost in a fog. All this great stuff is going on and all I can do is think about a girl. It’s ridiculous, it’s embarrassing, it’s stupid. What is it about women, whether we’re pursuing them romantically or not, that makes guys so fucking crazy? At the beginning of this week, I figured my biggest problem was a dwindling work ethic in the face of a pretty serious case of senioritis. Now, all I can think about is how fucked up men and women are, how they have no idea how or what the other thinks, how they have no idea how to treat each other, and how especially true those things are in my case.
Ugh. I honestly don’t know why we bother socializing at all sometimes. Then I hear a woman laugh, see her smile, hear her say something brilliant, or witness any of a billion other acts of feminine charm and it hits me – maybe no matter how much men and women frustrate and mystify each other, it’s worth trying to traverse the fog because whatever awaits them on the other side – good or bad – is real. Relationships are all too often nebulous, tenuous, and fleeting, but they’re still real. Not trying – not going for it at all – just leaves you with the what-ifs and the “worst case” scenarios you concocted to convince yourself it isn’t worth it. That approach is probably worse than any of those “worst case” scenarios could ever be.
I’m a shitty philosopher though, so maybe it’s really just all about that vag.