I have the easiest job in the world. I mostly sit at a desk, pretend I'm not checking facebook on the computers and think about one of several relatively simple things for hours at a time: What I could potentially be eating later (this is of utmost importance), a school project I continue to put off, where I should travel next, how much money I'll need to do such a thing, and in a perfect world, who I would love to have waiting for me when I get home.

It's funny how much I rely on and constantly analyze my relationships with others. It's not that I'm constantly seeking approval (any more than everyone else, at least). It's just that I very truly believe to a certain extent that you are who your friends are. My mother instilled in me very early on in life that the people you surround yourself with really do reflect the kind of person that you are. Everyone has positive and negative things to bring to the table, but in the end, the people you spend the most time with shape your personality.

Yeah, I'm sure everyone has realized this at some point or another, but it bothers me that essentially we're all just using each other. Whether we mean to or not. I find that I spend a lot of time with people I know I can learn from or meet more "interesting" people through. But what am I bringing to the table for them?

It makes one feel oddly disposable and selfish. But the same can be said for seeking out those who you can see need to learn something that you have to teach.

A conundrum.

On the other hand. There is something extremely sad about sitting in your empty house late at night after a stupidly boring work shift and eating Lean Cuisine. Maybe its the plastic wrappers or the constant reminder that I am a terrible cook.

It would be nice to have someone cook for me.