Compulsion to write
What brings me to write here? Clearly it's change. It seems the only time i've really posted here has been when life is drastically changing, or when i was depressed because life wasn't changing enough to bring me something good.

So i've been dating Erin now for quite a while. Things were up and down in november for whatever reason and things are a bit slow right now with her being 4 hours away but thats whats happening. I'm quite the enigma of dating. It's like i'm never satisfied. It's so weird though because I don't feel I have high standards. I could go out to the mall today and play the mental I'd date you/not date you game with randoms and issue swift decisions with people i'll probably never see again about whether i could see myself with them. It always feel so easy. The weird thing becomes when you see one of those people at a party, you'd say you would date them in a second if you had the opportunity, and then upon getting the chance, it loses its thrill. I don't think it has anything to do with complacency, after all I'd like to dabble in love. I just don't know if I can be the boyfriend. That's a lot to live up to.