Feb. 14th, 2004
Just another day of homework and cooking
Feb. 14th, 2004 10:24 pmAPPARANTLY my entire friends list has decided to write something about valentine's day, as if it was a major holiday or something. Frankly I don't see the big deal, I don't see why I should feel more lonely today than I do every other day.
Though I admit to some strong pangs of worry when I see strangely earnest threads about happy couples or my roomate buying gold roses for his fiancee and just go "oh." It feels almost like college is choking off some honest and important part of me, and I wonder whether the fault is my own or some inevitability. I wonder whether two years from now I will know the difference.
Perhaps my destiny is to hibernate, percolating in code and abstraction for three years, and emerge yawning into the sunlight of the real world and a strange new frontier called "women." Will I blink and say "not worth it" like I did in highschool? Will I decide the time for risk is now, missing years be damned?
Am I sacrificing 3 of my best years in the name of an education that will fail to reward me?
What does it profit a man to gain the whole world, yet lose his soul?
Though I admit to some strong pangs of worry when I see strangely earnest threads about happy couples or my roomate buying gold roses for his fiancee and just go "oh." It feels almost like college is choking off some honest and important part of me, and I wonder whether the fault is my own or some inevitability. I wonder whether two years from now I will know the difference.
Perhaps my destiny is to hibernate, percolating in code and abstraction for three years, and emerge yawning into the sunlight of the real world and a strange new frontier called "women." Will I blink and say "not worth it" like I did in highschool? Will I decide the time for risk is now, missing years be damned?
Am I sacrificing 3 of my best years in the name of an education that will fail to reward me?
What does it profit a man to gain the whole world, yet lose his soul?