Volume Dos: The Pillar of Perpetual Sorrow

If you've seen that episode of That 70's Show you'll know that "Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow" is the Catholic school Donna ends up going to her senior year....totally irrelevant.

It's been what 3 weeks and I've seen girls hop on the "get a college man" deal. Do I dare say I fit into that category? I'd like to think not. I saw something I liked, and went after it. "Hopping on" not applicable. My plan was to remain a free agent, however, something "came up". Watching the couples here at UNCP I have come to realize one thing: it's only "average" people and "nerds" getting together. No offense to anyone who falls into the above categories. But "pretty" people are remaining free agents and "ugly" people are stuck.

Point? College is not the treasure trove of getting laid and finding a man/woman like everone thinks it is. If you were sad and unloved in high school there's only a slightly better chance at happiness at college. These are the same types of people you spent the last 4 years with. Many are still as shallow as they were when the letters HS accented the school they attended. That means if you are overweight, obscenly tall, acne ridden or just not Hollywood beautiful you still stand with a small chance of ever finding Mr/Mrs. Right-now. (Because who is actually looking for Mr/Mrs. RIGHT in college?) Sure there are plenty of attractive guys/girls but will any of them give you the attention you so rightfully deserve? More than likely not. Most are just trying to get little Willy wet or as my friend Dylan likes to say "get some poohn."

What doesn't matter is that you've come to college to grow a backbone and have actually stuck to that resolve. What doesn't matter is that you try your hardest and attempt to be as forward as possible without being overbearing of stalker/creepy/desperate. Like that guy Kelly (an insider). What doen't matter is that ypou've become such a hardened person from being rejected so many times that you've just accepted perpetual sorrow and the adjectives that come along with the macabre acceptance of it. What also doesn't matter is that you've had your heart broken so many times that you're risking you're very sanity on one more person just for the sake of it.

Nope, none of that matters. No one cares. Not the guy you spent your last emotional piece of energy on, nor the dozens of people who happen to breeze past your emotionally tormented Facebook status. What you have to realize is that you may not find a guy who accepts you for who you are, you can always find friends who will. These are the people you should be most concerned about winning the favor of. These are the people who (in theory) are with you as you go through all the lackluster relationships and rollercoaster emotions. It's these people that give you the strength when you've exerted your last bit of energy on someone who never even deserved it in the first place.

But I know what you feel. You feel the need to be loved. It's the reason churches, gangs and Greek organizations were founded: to provide individuals with a sense of belonging and love. I've been in your position and I could almost say I'm close to it right now. Yet I understand how to deal with it. I won't let it ruin me. And I refuse to let it happen to you either. I dare say that in due time you will feel loved and things will be okay. Things will be beautiful and the storm shall pass. It's the pain that makes life worth living, because if there was never any pain, there would never be any joy.

To you know who you are: Wow....I should be a columnist. And I'm sorry it was cynical. But I'd rather tell you the truth, than sugar coat anything. Regardless ILY.

Comments very much appreciated.