July 22, 2010

• Ring of Deflecting

  I've spent most of the past few days passed out in bed. I'm making up for a very hectic and sleep deprived weekend. Beyond a lack of sleep and a hard workout I spent a lot of time with people and being social is easily the most draining thing I can do. I enjoy interacting with others but it drains me like nothing else. There are very few people who don't drain me of energy when I'm with them and those have generally learned when to let me be alone. I'm somewhat glad I'm so far behind on my reading because it'll give me a convinient excuse to avoid everyone including my family.

  Hermit mode engaged.

  Despite my desire to lock myself in my room with a book, I have counseling work and another presentation due tomorrow. I've also got a (late) paper to write.

  Speaking of papers, that reminds me that one of my classmates wants me to get married. He's from India and rather old-school when it comes to marriage so he seems to think I'm putting off marriage. Oh yes, I'm definately avoiding women, having sex, and raising children - all three of them are icky. His marriage was arranged so I'm sure the concept of "finding" someone is foreign to him. I knew he was urging me to marry because he cares so it was sweet.

  But I've been "looking" for almost a decade when most people go through relationships like I go through candy - rapidly and with vigor. Mmm, candy...thank God, in a literal sense, that I have a rapid metabolism and strong teeth!

  Back to my recollection of my dateless existence. My timing sucks. I've met several women I'd have happily dated and joyfully married if not for a serious fly in the ointment - they were a) already married or b) getting married. Being both conservative and chivalrous, a ring on her finger makes her sexuality a matter of honor; something to be guarded out of respect for both her and her chosen love. I am happy that she is happy and I must prune any designs I had for more than friendship.

  Dammit.

  Beyond my magical ability to put rings on women's fingers, I also seem to have been born at the wrong time. There are very few women of my age in my area - and the few that there are are married. *tears along with the fist-shake of determination* There's at least half a decade in either direction between anyone even semi-dateable and while that might not sound like much there would be a large difference in life experience.

  Add to all of that that I'm picky and cautious by nature and you have a list of obstacles which are possibly only surmountable by God - and He's not showing His hand.

  Bah!

  What is it with all these ladies making their spellchecks against my Dire Charm? It's not like I made Charisma or Intelligence into dumpstats! fyi, you're a huge nerd if you understood either of the previous two sentences. Which might not be a bad thing as nerds seem to be breeding these days but they're probably still only rolling 1d4 for hit dice which is just sad.

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