It's just some silly phase that I'm going through

The snow is softly falling, but nonetheless, I stand pretty much uncharmed. Life, in all its excitment perfection and glory, has taken a somewhat strange ramble through the dark wood of insolation. As I was telling Seth last night (in one of our -very- rare conversations) he collapses into himself too much. And I do too. I haven't see Seth in a long time and I do miss him. I wonder how he's doing and what he's up to. I also cannot help but grapple with the Mythos of who he is to me now. Still ex-boyfriend? Friend? wha...?

Let's not even talk about Dennis.

Alright, lets.

But not in the conventional sense. I was thinking about being in relationships today during Crawford's class and then later on the 99 back home. I realise that commiting yourself in anything, to anything requries a reorganization and retelling of the Story, of the myth that indicates your identity. I don't know how many people understand this but this is precisely the reason why so many relationships today are so short-lived and pointless. The mythos is forgotten and all that is left between two individuals is the hope and illusion that maybe, there'll be something of some worth here.

There.

And here I think I am craving to identify myself with someone, in someone. With a community, in a community. An hour long phone conversation with a couple of frat boys seemed to prove the intrinsic need that we all have to be a part of something. Something bigger then yourself.

What is bigger then me?
~ Seth.

Look outside, and then, flip yourself inside out.

Most unfortunately, I am not in love.