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Today, I am tired.
I didn't go to sleep until 4:30 in the morning, I work at 7:30. Absorbing calculus has destroyed my lower math skills so you will have to do the arithmetic on your own, but suffice it to say I got much less sleep than is recommended for lethargic 25 year olds.
My bout of insomnia was inspired by a two and a half hour nap in the evening, and a midnight trip to Starbucks (yes I know Starbucks bad, but it's the only coffee shop open 24 hours) with by best friend (who doesn't dig the whole interweb thing so I can't give you a fancy link to his amazing typing prowess). We spoke of many things, as we always do. From women, two in particular who are annoying me as one cannot seem to make up her mind and another who can't seem to take the hint that I am not interested, to religion, politics, books, art, education, and a blur of other topics that meshed together into a mysterious mystery substance similar to the chili at Wendy's.
As the hours until my eventual return to employment began to approach zero, my ability to discern the difference between two particular moments in time began to fade, and I somehow managed to transport myself to my overly large bed on the far side of town. I then fell into an almost catatonic sleep until I was awakened, late of course, by my alarm. Luckily where I work no one cares when I show up thirty minutes late.
Despite the lack of sleep I'm glad I decided to go out last night. It feels like forever since I've sat down in the company of someone as cool as I am and had a really good discussion. Letting the topics flow, naturally segueing from one to the next in a completely random manner, limited neither by time nor the fear of committing a social faux pas. It's a release that I've needed for a few weeks now; if I go to long without a good rambling discussion I feel like my skull is going to explode from the pressure of the unexpressed thoughts and ideas.
It's funny because after one of these sessions I always come back to the same train of thought. I've never been with a woman, hell I've never even met a woman, that has been interested in having these types of discussion with me. Not even the women I have 'loved'. It's a gaping black hole in every relationship I have ever had, and the reason why, when asked by family members "when are you getting married" I respond with "I've never met a woman I feel I can spend the rest of my life with, so at this point, never". I'm sure there are women that would be more than happy to spend hours having an intelligent, entertaining discussion, but they must be hiding from Revenue Canada because I sure as hell can't find them.
Anyone know where the girls who read Noam Chomsky hang out?
I didn't go to sleep until 4:30 in the morning, I work at 7:30. Absorbing calculus has destroyed my lower math skills so you will have to do the arithmetic on your own, but suffice it to say I got much less sleep than is recommended for lethargic 25 year olds.
My bout of insomnia was inspired by a two and a half hour nap in the evening, and a midnight trip to Starbucks (yes I know Starbucks bad, but it's the only coffee shop open 24 hours) with by best friend (who doesn't dig the whole interweb thing so I can't give you a fancy link to his amazing typing prowess). We spoke of many things, as we always do. From women, two in particular who are annoying me as one cannot seem to make up her mind and another who can't seem to take the hint that I am not interested, to religion, politics, books, art, education, and a blur of other topics that meshed together into a mysterious mystery substance similar to the chili at Wendy's.
As the hours until my eventual return to employment began to approach zero, my ability to discern the difference between two particular moments in time began to fade, and I somehow managed to transport myself to my overly large bed on the far side of town. I then fell into an almost catatonic sleep until I was awakened, late of course, by my alarm. Luckily where I work no one cares when I show up thirty minutes late.
Despite the lack of sleep I'm glad I decided to go out last night. It feels like forever since I've sat down in the company of someone as cool as I am and had a really good discussion. Letting the topics flow, naturally segueing from one to the next in a completely random manner, limited neither by time nor the fear of committing a social faux pas. It's a release that I've needed for a few weeks now; if I go to long without a good rambling discussion I feel like my skull is going to explode from the pressure of the unexpressed thoughts and ideas.
It's funny because after one of these sessions I always come back to the same train of thought. I've never been with a woman, hell I've never even met a woman, that has been interested in having these types of discussion with me. Not even the women I have 'loved'. It's a gaping black hole in every relationship I have ever had, and the reason why, when asked by family members "when are you getting married" I respond with "I've never met a woman I feel I can spend the rest of my life with, so at this point, never". I'm sure there are women that would be more than happy to spend hours having an intelligent, entertaining discussion, but they must be hiding from Revenue Canada because I sure as hell can't find them.
Anyone know where the girls who read Noam Chomsky hang out?