Sometimes I think we're all crazy to even fathom the thought. Today I'd be dreaming tomorrow with ideas of career and family. All I know is the idea of wanting and striding for this more, more, more. What happens when we get there? I don't know.
I feel like the man who always longs for his pilgrimage to Mecca. In his dreams he makes plans to the detail of each step he takes around the Ka'ba. When morning comes he simply open shop and daydreams but never dares. A realized dream may realize the true worth of inflated expectations.
My campus friends and I have picked up an expensive habit of drinking out two to three nights a week. We try not to go over a pitcher a head but when it happens someone is always hugging the porcelain bowl before the end of the night.
I've recently had them acquainted with my friends back home and we comment of them from time to time. A girl in the group found my rugged friend attractive which was understandable. He had an attractive personality. But in context of my mild manner friend, under the influence of alcohol, she stated, "What, that guy? He looked boring as F!" She later continued to say how he seems to give off no alluring characteristics and lack of any appeal.
I found it a bit odd so I made a quick self examination. Nope, nothing to change here. I'm not trying to attract lions but girls can be hella catty.
