The Wisdom of Crowds

So it's the 21st century, the sexual revolution is hopping like it's going out of style, the LGBT culture is getting it on and putting itself out there in society, and by all counts you'd think we're all happier for it. Right?

WRONG. The Sex and the City, The Bachelorette, and the recent glut of reality shows and social networking sites are contributing to what i'd like to call "The Starving Times." More than ever before, people aren't starting and building long-term relationships, ARE itchy with their divorce trigger fingers, and are actively working to stay single in order to search for "Mr. Right." The result? Most people, in big cities and small towns alike, are having less sex than at any other period in history. When they do have sex, the encounters are usually one night stands that end in shame and soul-wrenching ickyness. But i'm just saying that because i'm a prude, right? I've never been part of that scene before, so what the hell do I know?

I know that in the first month of living at NYU, there was not a single male-female interaction I observed that EVER progressed beyond a one night stand. That goes for me, my roommate, the other students on my floor and the extended circle of friends I made during welcome week. In fact, most of that crowd who I talked with often confided that they were lonely. It's plain to see why; people want stability in their lives. More than anything, what makes them happy is a mostly predictable lifestyle. That goes for one's home (waking up in the same bed every morning), one's friends (being able to confide the deepest secrets you have with long-time friends. Building memories with them), and one's love interests.

Well, in a long-drawn-out process, I discovered the answer to these common woes. A long-term relationship is more fulfilling, physically and emotionally, than any grey-area fling that my generation (and the current twentysomething crowd) seems to find so endearing. So: thanks for your advice, Cosmo, but I think i'll do the grown-up thing and stick with one girl. It worked out for every generation before the 1960's, and it can certainly work now.

I LOL at bachelors.

Back by popular demand

Someone close told me today; "you keep pushing yourself like this, you'll end up dead." I'd listen to her, but this is really important to me and just may well become a reality If I do it right. And plus; I haven't run legitimately since Sunday night's 8-mile. To that end, this morning I went twelve miles in Central Park facing suicide bikers, annoying-ass cars and rickshaws, and runners who go so damn slow they're essentially WALKING! But that didn't make it an unpleasant run; far from it! I had my ipod with me, and I was listening to a fresh mix of Techno and Metal that kept me going even when my muscles said 'Quit.' During the last couple of miles, I even felt that all-to-familiar endorphin rush everyone talks about after their first jog. MAN, does it feel good to be back in the game!

Shortly after, I make myself a healthy lunch for the first time in recent memory and wash it down with Creatine. The result? I'm full for a good six hours, I feel tired but incredibly strong, and had an overwhelming sense of accomplishment about the day.

I go out with Liam to check out the Highline, talking about everything from William Shatner to 'Ultimate Muscle Roller Legend' to the fucking Star Wars Christmas Special xD we have the strangest sense of humor imaginable. I'd say we spent about two and a half to three hours together, but It passed by in what felt like five minutes, the guy's that much fun to be around. Quite glad to call him my bro. We never stayed in one place too long; we walked the length of the park and sat down once or twice at the theater area (still crowded with hipsters, by the way) and paused to look around at some interesting buildings that faced the water and the downtown area (as a note-to-self, the one that David's friend designed looks quite nice at 2 in the afternoon). One memorable building that was black-and-brown had misshapen windows and was assymetrically laid out. I ask Liam "whaddya call that? Modern art?" He replies in a gravely serious voice; "No.. In Britain they call it spotted dick."

So now it's 7:50 pm, the sun is setting, and I get an Email from Dorot saying that I've got a shot at this internship I've been wanting. Could things possibly get any better?

This entire week, really, has been really good for me. Monday and Tuesday were just SPECTACULAR thanks to a certain someone, and whether it's because we can act, because we're naturally creative, or just because we have similar interests, we spent both afternoons acting out things the Bohemian way ;) . I've never felt closer to someone, been satisfied by something, or have made someone as happy as I (think I) have yesterday.

I can only hope that I learn over time to be less selfish