Marlee told me in May that I am a tragic person, and that I bring the tragedy on myself.  I started thinking about this statement again today.

It really is true.  Part of me is a socialite of sorts that does desire human contact.  However, my natural personality is that of an isolationist introvert.  Therefore, my base personality, in order to express itself correctly, must vanquish those other desires.  This causes pain on my part.  If I choose not to accept those terms, I must resist my natural urges for isolation in order to achieve some sort of companionship.  This is why it can be difficult to become a good friend of mine but, whenever you do achieve that, come hell or high water, I'm still there for you.  That is how my personality poles interact in a good way.  The introvert makes it difficult for me to find a friend I can trust, but also ensures that the friend is worthwhile.  Then my slight extrovert side makes sure I never lose them.  Nifty, huh?  Except for the fact that this doesn't happen much, and that, as soon as I'm ready to let many people in really deep, they have to, say, move to Colorado.

Anyway, I don't have a whole lot to complain about.  I read up to the halfway point of I Samuel and about another 100 pages in the Loner book.  There are approximately 50 pages left.  I also did all of my laundry for the trip, had a good 1.5 hour conversation about evil and girls over a tasty Mexican lunch.

Oh, and I decided to ask Ashley out.  Unfortunately, when I finally made the decision, she had already left.  So I'm probably going to have to wait until week after next, which is my last week before I leave for school.  It will be interesting to see how this all turns out in the end.  Probably unhappily for me, as I am a tragic person.

In funnier news, I had this idea that I could draw a webcomic based on my life.  I could give a little bit of backstory involving my life with Karl, and then just do a couple each week to showcase particularly funny or confusing conundrums in which I involve myself wittingly or unwittingly.  Add the fact that my life naturally draws laughs to the fact that I suck at drawing, and we've got a successful cult comic in the making.  Now all I need is some motivation.

Speaking of motivation, something that has never motivated me is comparing me to others or insulting me.  But some people (Dad) still believe that this is the only method in which to get me to do things when, in fact, they discourage me from the task.  Yeah, try to explain that one to him.  2.5 weeks and I get a reprieve.  Hallelujah.