Tuesday, August 13th

Dear My Darling Public

     I have decided, in a last ditch effort to control my inner monologue, to broadcast my thoughts and actions of consequence on this remote, but public forum. For anybody that has ever wanted to follow the life of somebody that they haven't, or might never come into contact with, I provide a transparent and almost unfiltered account of my day to day life in as much detail as I possibly can. So, without any further introduction, I suppose I should start with today.
     I woke up to find that I had received a text message from one of my dear friend informing me that he had the documentation necessary for me to continue my teaching of religion. I was blessed with the task of teaching the transitional and socially taxing grade six to live more fulfilling lives in their faith. I told my friend, only having been five doors down from my house at his, that I would swing by to pick up the paperwork, a task that I, in my vast universe of distractions, had postponed until about 3:30 pm.
     My mind remained, however, in a place it has been for quite some time. I have tried, with what psychological might I could possibly muster, to find a suitable mate in this place of hopelessness in regards my refusal to lower my standards of intellect. It's mind-numbing in the worst way when I take a woman to diner and she has a million touchy subjects, says that my self-identification as a socialist is received with negative connotations, and/or just doesn't know what I'm talking about. All of these conversational quagmires could only mean that you're clueless because the things I talk about don't take that much mental taxation to wrap your head around.
     The internet, on the other hand, has done more to lower my confidence than anything due to the simple fact that only a handful of people have responded to my messages. Ok Cupid, in hindsight, was probably not my brightest choice of all the social forums in which one can communicate with those of the opposite sex, but It was a conscious choice made out of pure desperation in the middle of November of last year. I suppose the most interesting thing regarding this particular dating website is that it rates its members' tendency to respond to messages from "very selective" to "responds often". It also often happens that the people who claim to be down to earth and accepting are often the people rated very selective. It must be really frustrating to have to respond to a message on a dating site, lord knows I respond every time one enters my mail box.
     On a more positive note, to get off the subject of my nonexistent love life, the long week of personal reflection and acquaintance with my college friends known as band camp is only a week away, and I can't wait any longer. The anticipation is burning a hole in my esophagus, and biting my nails into oblivion, but I have exactly three more days. I feel like I need to hit the hookah bar as soon as I can before I get back, but then I keep on reminding myself that there is a hookah bar in Edinboro in which to fill my lungs with shisha vapor.

Yours Truly
Thomas F.