Gotta have sex, baby.

It has become readily apparent that everyone is sexually frustrated in some way shape or form. I call it sexual nihilism. Ha, I need to stop penning terms. It's something to the same degree as your standard nihilism: questioning what's the point, the meaningless of things, and finding the lack of worth in everything. Now just add sex to that. Question what's the point (of sex), the meaningless (of sex), and finding the the worthlessness (of sex).

And it's not even the act of sex in particular, but just engaging in any sort of interaction that inhabits some relationship or connection that isn't a friendship. Essentially the conflict is this: why should I bother trying to find the right guy when (1) it is so hard to and takes some time to work out and (2) it's still complicated when a relationship is established.

So after having broken it up like this, it would be expected that there would be a solution right about

here.

Unfortunately, there really is no right answer. Is there some sort of happy medium, some compromise of the two that will satisfy the long and the short term, the emotional and the physical? I sure hope so, but until then we're left on this teeter totter (see saw?) of emotional and physical confusion. I think inevitably everyone will prefer the first scenario. Frustration may lead to the latter, but ultimately people need more than that.

In other less exciting news, I registered for classes from bed this morning: