And now for something completely different
So instead of chronicaling my life a series of increasingly stereotypically voiced segments, I think I'll use this space to get out some other things. Writing things.
For story ideas, I need to mine my experiences for starting points. I don't want to export those situations I found myself in this past three weeks directly, but rather look at the underlying emotions and characters involved.
How does seeing a parent affect your disposition? Being independently wealthy? These are somewhat stereotypical, but none of them have I encountered as closely.
One could spend a lifetime just trying to figure out what sex is for different people, the desire of it and the fear of it, the casual or the significant. All of them are valid, many of them can conflict. Perhaps that might be a theme this semester, as it was in at least one story last semester.
What sort of story can come of a dating service like OKCupid? Can a lifelong friendship be forged across the ether? Or is the serendipity of life enough to find one one's soulmate, if such a thing even exists?
I like questions. I ask a lot, though I've learned and earned my experience through hard mistakes and bad decisions. Questions and stories provide one means to bypass that, or at least to capitalize and grow from those opportunities. Casey, as I will diverge for a moment back to my personal situation at the moment, is one such situation; she could be a very valuable friend, but the situation reminds me remarkably of the one with Heather, but I am very hesitant to apply the same solution: complete eviscerating my romantic feelings.
So now I'll live for a while on the razors edge, while still looking around and at least pretending to myself that I am looking for someone else.
But ending that digression; how does one commit? I have so many commitments this semester, from my Senior thesis to my health and my writing. I want to commit to tracking and being responsible for my use of my time. That seems the most important one I can make.