Over the weekend I managed to stay happy or at least convince myself I felt contented -- at this point I'm not sure if it's a distinction without a difference. I managed to keep my eyeballs moving, affixed to some pavlovian-tuned shoot 'em up or visceral flick. I had a blast and was willing and eager to get to work EARLY for a change.

My bliss was not to last. Partly because of the daily grind. Partly because of my general discomfort. Partly because just thinking about women causes me to unlock serious negative mental energy. Now, don't mistake this for what it's not: I love women, I don't even have a gripe about any one in particular. It's my relationship with them as a whole that causes me the grief. Let me pose a few questions to introduce some clarity.

• How many months constitute a reasonable period between meeting someone of the opposite sex that you find intriguing and who is not in a serious relationship? How many years?

• How many people of the opposite sex do you have to interact with in order to find one that's willing to hold an interesting, multi-part conversation with?

• What is an acceptable percentage of people that you do get a chance to interact with that immediately consider you a "good friend" or "buddy" but nothing else?

• Is it possible to improve any of these numbers?
  

Apologies, statistics class has me wondering these things. Don't read too much into them, they're merely given as examples. Maybe those numbers aren't what I think they are. (Maybe?)

I think I'm going to back to maximum distraction at this point. I think it needs to come to the point that self-flagellation is an acceptable alternative to boredom or introspection.

Posted by eric at November 29, 2004 11:11 PM

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Posted by: MooCow at December 19, 2004 01:52 PM