I recently started college, and although there are far too many similarities to high school for my taste, the differences are confounding.  I decided to attend, not only to achieve my aspirations, but because of a profound desire to be surrounded by the beautiful minds of the future.  I realize that it’s cliché for me to presume that all great minds would choose further academic education, or even that there would be any insightful students at all on campus, but I figure it’s as good a place to start as any.

I’m generally a very outspoken person, but it seems to be an even more prominent trait when I’m in a classroom setting.  Many of the males in my classes are under the assumption that intelligence must be the catalyst for any type of gregarious personality. Consequently, guys inquiring about my previous education have approached me on numerous occasions, and their curiosity leaves me a bit edgy.  It is not my intention to create the false notion that I’m intellectually superior in any way, so when someone invites me out under these false pretenses, I usually decline.  The fear of anyone being let down because of my obvious ignorance on so many levels hinders me from any relationship with anyone of possible interest, considering my interest in the scholar. 

I don’t date much, and it’s not for lack of proposals.  I simply do not understand America’s method of dating.  Romance has become a thing of fantasies, attributable to pseudo-reason and jaded hearts.  Proposals to rendezvous have become comparable to business meetings where one must be completely confident of another’s interest in them before taking any sort of risk.   I can’t comprehend the idea that it’s possible to get to know someone on what we so nonchalantly refer to as a “date”, that is if the human spirit is even knowable.  As a side note, the downfall of all relationships in America could easily be credited to the false concept of relating to someone else without first knowing oneself.

I was recently invited to a concert by a casual acquaintance whom I know perceives me as gifted beyond my actual mental capacity (he flipped when he found out I failed an exam).  I would desperately like to grace him with my presence, especially since, as he so blatantly phrased it, “it would be a sin not to attend if I have any appreciation for the arts”.  Maybe I’m an overly analytical nut, but there do seem to be a few roadblocks.  He would not only be requesting my presence under the theory that I’m slightly intelligent, but with the hope that our relationship might turn into more.

 What’s wrong with that?  Only the fact that nothing about the guy makes me swoon, and although many would retort with reason congruent to me being the one to make the guy swoon, I’m just not that amazing.  I need to be swept off my feet, no matter how many of you out there disagree and think that “chemistry” doesn’t exist.

Along with all this, I refer to myself as a Christian, for lack of a better term.  Where am I going to find an intelligent Christian who sweeps me off my feet (and isn’t initially scared off by the lip ring)? 

I need someone to remind me how to fly in my dreams.

Trinitie