Join me in traversing the catacombs of my thoughts. Enter into my labyrinth and see if you can find your way through. I will be here to guide you... if you are willing to take my hand. Can you endure my ramblings? Will it come together like the puzzle that it could be? Lets see...

As a start, friendships are not the type of act that should be dissolved just because one of the people develops feelings of a little more than a friendship towards the other party.  As a general statement, any relationship that will last develops from a friendship.  If the relationship lacks a strong base when it starts out, it is much more likely to fall over.

I find that if I express myself, I can sometimes extend my thinking to words... and those words to touch. If you contemplate why one must express themselves... you may realize that there are some things that just are, and that is one of them. It would be hard to arrive at one solid conclusion as to why people must express themselves.

The bad thing is, sometimes when I express myself, I use big words to make my points seem more important... when in actuality I am just compensating for the lack of importance of my life or at least what I had to say.  This theory comes from the point of view that my life is trivial when compared to the grand scheme of things.  It's somewhat odd to think that one person can make a difference, when there are so many other people in the world.  I guess that point is moot, being that at some point, maybe I will make a difference, but right now... my existance seems somewhat trivial in nature and benign in stature.  I guess the justification for living is the fact that at any given moment, you have the compacity to make a difference in someone's life, which in turn could allow them to make a difference elsewhere.  Thus, your single action can have a recursive effect on the world, possibly changing it.  Then again, maybe that is a moot point as well.

So many things such little time.  Ahh, the voice of those words rings loud and clear.  For me, I would state that there are so many things that I would like to do... but I can't find the right person to do them with.  Oh well... I shall frolic and play until that day.

That brings up another topic, the nature of sexuality and friendships. One might think that sex is a primal instinct and that it is needed just like food is. Others might think that sex is totally worthless. Why is there such a difference in the stances? Well, sex cannot be categorized like a normal action. The reason for this is that sex is more than just an action. It is a process... a cycle... a way to survive. Now, why did I start this out with a sentence talking about friendships and sex. That can be explained if you think about what was stated previously. The only relationships that work, are ones that have a strong base. That base is developed from a 'friendship' of some type. No, I am not saying that you should go out and have sexual exploits with your friends. So what am I saying? Well, look at your friends (opposite sex preferably), and think about how you truly feel about them. Then, go by what you feel.

Now, why did this turn into some type of 'god' approach paper? Bear with me... it will not stay that way. The very nature of what I feel like discussing is somewhat hard to come to terms with, and through my somewhat tangential approach... I may succeed.

Have you ever closed your eyes and just thought about what you really wanted, what you have always wanted... what you need? Have you ever tried to understand why it is that you want that certain something, or someone? Odds are that if you did, then you couldn't pinpoint one specific reason, and if you did... then maybe that is very superficial, and possibly you don't deserve whatever it was that you wanted. For those of you that conformed to the prior case... did it confuse you? I know that everytime I look back on things I have done or things that I have wanted... I realize that the very nature of what it was that I wanted was eluding me... but the fact that I wanted it... never swayed.

So where did this rambling come from? Why does my point remain obfuscated amongst this garble of words and sporadic dissertations of my thoughts? Well, through my somewhat stalwart and mediocre life... I have had several opportunities to reflect on what was happening to and around me. This tirade is one of those reflections. Take it how you may, my breath is now used up. Contemplate the reality that deception can elude to. *click*...