Ew

I'm incredibly sick of dating. I've said this before but now, I really do feel it. I need a break. To take things slow. To relax and breathe. And to appreciate being young.

shrug

"I had to go and fall in love again." -- She & Him.

Good news? I bitch-slapped that Western Civ final and now Spring Break can justly commence.

Alternate news? Singlehood. Eh. The only thing worse than that would be quasi, unofficial singlehood. At least I'm not in that situation. Oh wait.

Best news? North Carolina beach in T minus several hours. I don't actually know what that term means, but I'll be there... soon.

If life were a swimming pool, I wouldn't dare dip my toe.

Dancing on the surface,
but never diving in,
teaches graceful movement,
but never how to swim.

Funny how obscenely correct intuition is and can be. Malcolm Gladwell had his head on straight when he wrote "Blink." It's chalked full of experiments strongly suggesting that first impressions are valuable. I wrote that blurb when we very first started dating. I think I could tell way back then, I'd be the droopy eyed puppy in this sorry situation. I throw myself in head first, and he's much too refined. I'm a hopeless Romantic and he's Enlightened. (Excuse the Western Civ reference, but I've not gotten too much time away from that textbook in the last two days.) But it's ridiculously true. I'd much rather, anytime, anywhere, choose to further a personal relationship than do something "constructive" or "responsible." Don't get me wrong, I get shit done, but much later at night than most of my other roommates. I thrive on emotion, passion, enthusiasm and mostly, conveying it all. He's logical, consistent, and dignified; traits I admire but involuntarily clash with.

sigh.

Alone time? Yes please. And thank you.