Hooking up in college and why I keep starting these...

I have a teacher who I respect greatly who recently expressed his amazement that people could express all the thoughts in their head for the entire blogosphere to see but not confront a person when it really matters and tell them what they think. This is a pretty true insight on his part, so hats off. But it doesn't change the fact that computers seem more readily available than my journal when I'm really reflecting on things. There's something about the anonymity of SU's own Schine Student Center when the only people gathered around are the ones that either need to use the internet or want to watch SU's incredibly mediocre (read: pretty bad) football team play Pittsburgh on ESPNU. I like gathering here to think on Saturdays because if I don't answer my phone, people probably won't find me, and it's getting to be that half of the year where everywhere is warmer than my apartment. And I like writing for me but as if I'm speaking to an audience. It's a good way to be able to coherently verbalize what's going on when someone asks. If someone reads this, someone reads this, but I'm not going to fool myself into thinking my writing is that captivating.

I've had this feeling lately that I'm living life, but it's in a funk. This is probably the fact that I'm getting ready to walk the aisle in May and am looking at grad school elsewhere, while most of my friends here are considering the possibility of staying here to finish grad work for a number of reasons. Still, that funk. The best metaphor I can give is that I manage to get out to the bar with my friends but I'm getting out to the wrong bars, and in some cases, with the wrong friends.

And to the pros and cons of hooking up in college. Pros: one gets sex out of the way so they can stop thinking about it without dating someone. Cons: I'm observant enough to notice that it always becomes more complicated than it should. As Perry Farrell (as in Jane's Addition) puts it, "Sex is violent."