One, two, buckle my... socks?
Hey Everyone,
To those who speak to me through IMs you will probably have noticed that I haven't been online in a very long time now. The explanation is this: I haven't been home in a very long time, like, around the area of three weeks. It's so weird. I've been camping out at a friend's house for all this time (yes, still going to school and doing my homework you nosy people), which in itself is weird since I don't think I've ever spent so much time in direct contact with one of my friends without one of us getting sick of the other. I guess that means we're growing up. On the plus side, I imagine that this is what it's like to be someone's roomate. On the down side, I don't get a lot of sleep so my nerves are starting to fray a little thin. I almost cried today in choir. It wasn't a pleasant thing. I hate crying. I was specifically taught to never, ever cry.
My classes are going well. I dropped my Contemporary Moral Problems class after sitting in for just two days. The reason? I happened to discover something about myself: I do not like classes that don't TEACH you something. Example: I love music classes because they extend my musical abilities. If a music class isn't challenging me, however, I obsolutely hate it because it feels like a waste of time. This class felt like a waste of time. It consisted of a bunch of people sitting around talking about, guess what, Contemporary Moral Problems. Now, I like exchanging ideas with people. It's one of the great pleasures to be able to discuss an interesting subject with someone who has a different viewpoint than you. However, I can do that on my own. If I'm going to pay good money for these people to teach me something then I want to LEARN, damn it. It pisses me off to have to sit in a classroom, bored out of my gourd, listening to people talk about things I already know or opinions I've already heard when I'm supposed to be LEARNING.
I'm also taking an English Class. Now, to those who know me through writing (if you're reading this then that's obviously true for you) you might say: Gee, Weiler would do well in an English Class. This has generally been true for most of my education. However, I seem to have troubles with certain kinds of classes. Example: I take a class that's supposed to teach me how to do research papers. Okay, not my favorite, but I can deal. However, the teacher says that I can't just do a research paper on just anything. It has to be about a problem in our community. Now, don't get me wrong, I love helping people and I love helping the community. The way I see it, the ability to assist others is one of the best things in life. However, I get my back up about this. Why does it matter WHAT we write about as long as we do it well? The purpose of the class is to teach you how to write a research paper. Why should it matter what it's about just so long as it's researched well with all the proper bells and whistles? So, I dropped the class, knowing that I'd probably never get through it just because of my ire at the teacher and not wanting to deal with it. I am now taking the class again, taught by a different teacher and much happier about it, even though I do have to read a book by a blow-hard.
You know, it's funny. You'd think with all the time I'm spending with friends would alleviate my aforementioned loneliness. However, it seems that it is a mere mask that hides, underneath, a greater solidarity of spirit. On the one hand, yes, I've got great friends and I love hanging out with them and it's a blast. On the other hand, I'm about as starved for love as I've ever been. Memories keep popping up in my dreams. The way it felt to hold this girl, or how she kissed, or how we would laugh together. It's very strange.
Speaking of girls, I was getting a ride home from a gig last thursday and talking with the other guys in the car and the subject of girls came up (which apparently happens often with college guys, though not the ones I hang out with usually). One of them gave me a bit of "advice" telling me to be mean to girls, that it was a sure way to get them interested. Now, I am hoping beyond hope that those of you who read this are saying to yourself: "Weiler? Mean? You must be joking!" And this was my first reaction, too, along with: "What the hell are you talking about? That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard!" However, I thought back, and I came up with many examples of this seeming to work for others. The best example would obviously be the stereotype of girls always going for the "Bad Boys" and I think I've finally figured out why this seems to be true, or at least a good guess. Now, human beings crave attention from the gender that they are attracted to and there have been many accounts of people wanting to have negative attention rather than be ignored. I think that the overt nature of being mean to a girl draws her attention and tells her that she is being payed attention to. It's a bigger grab than the more subtle machinations of those who are nice. Also, those who are nicer tend also to be more laid-back and content. This means that they are happy with simply being with someone even if they aren't doing anything. Example: Snuggling under a blanket while watching a movie sounds great to me. Now, those who are mean tend to be discontent and short tempered. Thus, they'll take the option of poking and proding the object of their affection, again, making it seem as if they are giving them more attection than the nice guys. I'm still working on some extentions of the idea, but I think that sums it up pretty well.
Anyway, this thing is too long as it is, so I'll be going now. I hope that all of you know that I'm not trying to avoid you by not being on and that I miss you all very very much, it's just that things are a little too weird right now to accomodate that form of communication. Please send me an email or PM on PO if you want/need to talk to me. I hope that everyone is doing well.
Join the Fun
~Weiler
To those who speak to me through IMs you will probably have noticed that I haven't been online in a very long time now. The explanation is this: I haven't been home in a very long time, like, around the area of three weeks. It's so weird. I've been camping out at a friend's house for all this time (yes, still going to school and doing my homework you nosy people), which in itself is weird since I don't think I've ever spent so much time in direct contact with one of my friends without one of us getting sick of the other. I guess that means we're growing up. On the plus side, I imagine that this is what it's like to be someone's roomate. On the down side, I don't get a lot of sleep so my nerves are starting to fray a little thin. I almost cried today in choir. It wasn't a pleasant thing. I hate crying. I was specifically taught to never, ever cry.
My classes are going well. I dropped my Contemporary Moral Problems class after sitting in for just two days. The reason? I happened to discover something about myself: I do not like classes that don't TEACH you something. Example: I love music classes because they extend my musical abilities. If a music class isn't challenging me, however, I obsolutely hate it because it feels like a waste of time. This class felt like a waste of time. It consisted of a bunch of people sitting around talking about, guess what, Contemporary Moral Problems. Now, I like exchanging ideas with people. It's one of the great pleasures to be able to discuss an interesting subject with someone who has a different viewpoint than you. However, I can do that on my own. If I'm going to pay good money for these people to teach me something then I want to LEARN, damn it. It pisses me off to have to sit in a classroom, bored out of my gourd, listening to people talk about things I already know or opinions I've already heard when I'm supposed to be LEARNING.
I'm also taking an English Class. Now, to those who know me through writing (if you're reading this then that's obviously true for you) you might say: Gee, Weiler would do well in an English Class. This has generally been true for most of my education. However, I seem to have troubles with certain kinds of classes. Example: I take a class that's supposed to teach me how to do research papers. Okay, not my favorite, but I can deal. However, the teacher says that I can't just do a research paper on just anything. It has to be about a problem in our community. Now, don't get me wrong, I love helping people and I love helping the community. The way I see it, the ability to assist others is one of the best things in life. However, I get my back up about this. Why does it matter WHAT we write about as long as we do it well? The purpose of the class is to teach you how to write a research paper. Why should it matter what it's about just so long as it's researched well with all the proper bells and whistles? So, I dropped the class, knowing that I'd probably never get through it just because of my ire at the teacher and not wanting to deal with it. I am now taking the class again, taught by a different teacher and much happier about it, even though I do have to read a book by a blow-hard.
You know, it's funny. You'd think with all the time I'm spending with friends would alleviate my aforementioned loneliness. However, it seems that it is a mere mask that hides, underneath, a greater solidarity of spirit. On the one hand, yes, I've got great friends and I love hanging out with them and it's a blast. On the other hand, I'm about as starved for love as I've ever been. Memories keep popping up in my dreams. The way it felt to hold this girl, or how she kissed, or how we would laugh together. It's very strange.
Speaking of girls, I was getting a ride home from a gig last thursday and talking with the other guys in the car and the subject of girls came up (which apparently happens often with college guys, though not the ones I hang out with usually). One of them gave me a bit of "advice" telling me to be mean to girls, that it was a sure way to get them interested. Now, I am hoping beyond hope that those of you who read this are saying to yourself: "Weiler? Mean? You must be joking!" And this was my first reaction, too, along with: "What the hell are you talking about? That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard!" However, I thought back, and I came up with many examples of this seeming to work for others. The best example would obviously be the stereotype of girls always going for the "Bad Boys" and I think I've finally figured out why this seems to be true, or at least a good guess. Now, human beings crave attention from the gender that they are attracted to and there have been many accounts of people wanting to have negative attention rather than be ignored. I think that the overt nature of being mean to a girl draws her attention and tells her that she is being payed attention to. It's a bigger grab than the more subtle machinations of those who are nice. Also, those who are nicer tend also to be more laid-back and content. This means that they are happy with simply being with someone even if they aren't doing anything. Example: Snuggling under a blanket while watching a movie sounds great to me. Now, those who are mean tend to be discontent and short tempered. Thus, they'll take the option of poking and proding the object of their affection, again, making it seem as if they are giving them more attection than the nice guys. I'm still working on some extentions of the idea, but I think that sums it up pretty well.
Anyway, this thing is too long as it is, so I'll be going now. I hope that all of you know that I'm not trying to avoid you by not being on and that I miss you all very very much, it's just that things are a little too weird right now to accomodate that form of communication. Please send me an email or PM on PO if you want/need to talk to me. I hope that everyone is doing well.
Join the Fun
~Weiler