Meet Pandora

It's been a while, but I find this evening that there is still yet hope.

What a wonderful and blissful sensation: Hope. This evening I told the advisor I was leaving. Of course, they asked numerous questions as to "Why?", and I'm surprisingly pleased with myself for not going down any dark strains of conversation and not letting my emotions get the best of me. I wasn't sure what to expect, waiting for the advisor to arrive, but I don't think I could've done a better job. In a way, it makes me proud, I suppose?

My Forced Distance from What I Call Society

Oh, but am I a hypocrite.

I think I've mentioned it before, but I'm so hypocritical, I occasionally contemplate introducing myself as "Hello, I'm a hypocrite."

Truly.

That bad.

So it's not entirely surprising that I tend to bemoan my lack of close acquaintances, when I distance myself from a good number of people. It's not as if I hate all people, or just hate social interaction. Nope, nothing like that. It's just. . . Well, I'm not sure what it is, or really how to explain it, I'll be honest here. I'm just fickle and contrary and extremely hormonal. And sometimes I really just wish that life were novel, or that I could fall into printed words.