What is a man?

A miserable little pile of secrets. Everyone has their secrets they keep bottled up within them. Secrets that bind them in fear. Secrets that give them power. Secrets they wish they could share with someone.

Everyone makes mistakes. Some shouldn't have had that last slice of pizza. Some forgot to flip the switch in the room. Others didn't lock the door. Me? I wasted three years of my life. Not in the manner of I did absolutely nothing for three years. Educationally and professionally, I traversed much ground. However, on a personal life side, I stood still. Well, I take that back. I moved, but much like a dog chasing his tail, I just went in circles. I spent three years chasing the same girl, somehow convincing myself that if I kept trying and didn't give up, she would give in. Well Steve Urkel, you my friend, are a liar! Collage is supposed to be about having fun and going out and meeting people. While I did some of that, I would also drop everything when she would call. Always the diligent listener when I was called upon, and while under normal circumstances, that's not a bad thing, this one caused me to not grow in my personal life.

For example, now that I'm moving on, I met this great girl. We went out a date and I was a blabbering idiot. Why? Lack of practice. Three years of rust on top of already bad conversational skills is a lethal combination friends. But you live and learn (and wish you had contacted her after getting a little practice in).

It's really a shame too. She was a cutie.