A New Environment Does Not Necessarily Mean A New Character

Apparently, I habitualize rapidly. I might even venture a guess and say that the entire process takes about seven continuous/consecutive days until I'm habitualized. But I've always been this way, albeit not always so rapidly.

As a young child, I easily grew bored in school, and with new objects in my possession. Now, I habitulize easily with people. Which really sucks, because I would often develop a new crush on a female, and within two weeks it was approximately half as intense as it was when it began.

Now, I fear that the same is true, but on a shorter time span. Already, in the three weeks of the new term, I've met a Swede (who has absolutely no interest in even giving me the time of day now, thank you very much); a fairly attractive redheaded art student who is cordial enough to give me the time of day, but won't go out of her way to speak to me; and a hyper-energetic dramatic arts major(ette). I'm most upset about the theatre major, but she is working through some sort of "proximity issue" where, with time, I hope that she is familiar enough with my presence that we can at least stand/sit near each other. She is an interesting girl, and if nothing else, she could possibly be a good friend of mine.

But then, part of this is probably one of those lessons where I am supposed to learn that mere infatuation cannot support any sort of relationship, only "flings" (as kids these days call them). So, as the infatuational urge wears down, it gives way to the opportunity to actually get to know her, learn about her, her likes and dislikes, and actually build up a relationship the way that it is supposed to be built.

Beauty, perhaps?

Audience,

Think of a rose, any colour. Now, let's work with that mental image of yours.

Stereotypically:
Women: "Awwww... That's so pretty! He really cares."

Men: "Shit, that little thing costs a ton of money! She better be worth it."

It's the same concept: a rose. Most of the people that I know would say that a rose/bouquet of roses is/are pretty.
I tend to remember the thorns a little more than most, however. Heck, thorns are popular. "A thorn in my side," or Poison's song "Every Rose Has Its Thorn."

Personally, I find some solace in the fact that, to some extent or another, beauty hurts. Now, I have no great metaphysical meaning beyond that, but I thought that at least someone out there might enjoy hearing that lesson of mine.