While the world around me suddenly pairs up faster than the speed of light i feel in some way that maybe i missed the boat. Was I snoozing while everyone was out filing pair-up forms? And the thing is, I'm starting to feel like "hell, maybe i want someone to care about me in that way too." Someone, but not just anyone. I thrive off change, motion, adventure and converesly i perish around stagnation, predictability, and routine. Hanging around the same click of guys is just boring to me. I know the, (isn't it sad that 'knowing' their personality is what COMPLETELY turns me off) and they know me...there is no excitement. No new character to the story. Only the same old played out stars.
If this were a medcal condition it would be called "social-stagnation-itis". Hanging around the same people and expecting new exciting traits to emerge or replace the exsisting lame characteristics is crazy. But venturing off alone is scary. it can be lonesome. but it can be great. it is new, and unpredicatble. there is no telling who will cross my path. there is no chance that i can build an expectation. And thats the way i like it.
I need to be the excitement which i wish to see. Now i know that San Diego has a lot to offer, the city is doing its part, but now i have to do mine and go explore it. Finding Mr. Pair (notice i did not say Mr. Right) may be a challenge, but i would put money on the fact that huntington is not the only city with danny-douche-bag's. i am sure san diego has its fair share. And i am off to find them, hey--i may even find a better douche bag!
