"Validation (valida-shawn)"

It's not easy being smart. By "smart" I mean above "average intelligence." Sadly enough, in my travels, "average intelligence" falls somewhere between "drooling idiot," and "basic grasp of human interaction."

Granted, I don't feel particularly "smart." It just seems that, in comparison to most folk, I'm a friggin' genius. I started reading at an early age, and I've always tested well, but I never felt I was exceptionally clever.

Then I started dating...

I vacillate between wonder and horror when I think about the relationships I've had with "the fairer sex." I tend to enter into any new tryst with a cynical viewpoint tempered by a cautious hope that this one will be "different."

IT'S NEVER DIFFERENT.

I'm no precog, but I seem to have an uncanny knack at foreseeing how and when a particular relationship will end. I hope for the best, yet plan for the worst. It seems like a good strategy, since the worst usually wins out. Three cheers for ENTROPY.

The point is, this evening I discovered (to no surprise) that yet another former acquaintance has lived down to my lowest expectations. Very disappointing.

It's difficult to maintain (tenuous) faith in humanity when said humanity seems determined to shit upon itself with abandon.

To quote Robert Hunter- "I ain't always right, but I've never been wrong."

As much as I enjoy being proven right, it's a bit of a pyrrhic victory to have one's belief in the fundamental flawed nature of humanity confirmed.

This post may seem out of left field, but it does serve a purpose. For one, I'm drunk, and felt the need to type. For two, I was scolded earlier for "lack of updates/content" on this blog. For three, it was either freestyle some bullshit here, or post a few interesting photos I've acquired over the past two years...heh...

The preceding rant is dedicated to...