28 February 2010

Ignorance

I sit here in my house, procrastinating from doing my homework because I find it uninteresting. As I sit here, I realise a handful of things. Firstly, I am somewhat tired from the volunteer work that I did yesterday, and I'd much rather not have Hamlet rehearsals Tuesday. It would be nice just to sit and relax with friends.
Secondly, I am coming to believe that I will most likely fail at least two classes this term. One out of sheer ignorance of the material, the second for failing to complete the assigned tasks. And I am OK with failing the first class.
Thirdly, I saw Protector again yesterday for the first time in a week. We made peace about our disagreement, and then she spritzed me with some sort of perfume. Now, a day later, I still smell of the perfume. While it is irritating to smell like perfume, I enjoy it because it reminds me of all of the good of yesterday.
Fourthly, my personal co-ordinating skills are absolute crap. I cannot manage to arrange a meeting between myself and friends to save my life. I can't recall the last time that I saw Protector before yesterday, and I highly doubt that I can convince her to leave school with me to go for a walk in the park anytime later this week. I have also tried to meet with another friend that was introduced to me by my theatre director. I have had no luck with that, either, despite the fact that she knows more and more about me.
Fifthly, I am a horribly pathetic man. I lack several of the "manly" qualities that I am supposed to have, like physical strength, interest in American football, etc. The aforementioned, as well as the fact that I will openly admit to several emotions, such as the fact that I miss seeing and being with Protector when I am not with her.
Sixthly and finally, I know and understand nothing about women. It is a horribly terrifying thought to me, and one that I hope that I will never have to live with for long. If you need an example, I remember that Protector told me something that I simply do not understand yesterday, nor does anyone that I asked about it.
Another example is how some women like chocolate, and others do not. I'll never understand that.