An Impasse

Choosing a hairstyle is a major life decision, and too many people, including myself, have gone there whole lives with no good advice on how to make this decision.  I believe n fact that it must be just as big as where to go to school, what to study when you get there (which I think is actually not very major actually...), and what to do afterwards.  Perhaps who you marry trumps it. 

The upside is every few months you get to remake it.  Well...most of us do at least.  I'm sorry father.

(1 week later)

I'm going to write a bit on my emotions, before I banish them away and opt for something more real.

I hate love stories.  I just saw another one unfold about Santa Clause and a park ranger...

They were all fine and dandy when I was younger. (and sheesh, I'm still pretty young. but humor me please!) I would smile, and they'd be an encouragement.  I knew that one day I would be a part of one.  Now it seems they only depress and frustrate.  I question their very existence.  It gets worse all the time.  Thoughts of just, taking what I can get...settling for what is at least livable...I don't think I believe in these things yet really.

I think I still believe in love stories.  But I'm close to forsaking them. At only twenty years of age though? My goodness Matt, how old are those newbs in all those movie? They still have a few years on you sir.  You can't give up yet! No...I can't give up yet...