Irrationalization.

It is within the nature of man to tire of things he posesses. It is why men cheat, it is why the world evolves, and it is why I can't keep a goddamned job. Once something is new, like a woman, there is immeasurable allure in it. The new, the unmarked, the foreign, the unconquered. During the courtship, the unfamiliar becomes familiar. Certain levels are explored and deemed likeable or not. Through time this continues into familiarity, comfort, and in time-- boredom. The idea that man is to be bound to one profession for the entirety of his life (although some explore two or three) is fastly becoming obsolete. Or should be. It was a different time when men were expected to graduate high school, perform their stint in the military, then go home to a lifetime of full-time work to support a wife and children. People were stupid back then. Morals and ideals were purer, but in general, people were stupid. As time and technology progresses, people become less stupid. The standards of the old chip away and crumble with each passing year, until finally they no longer stand. The world is changing, the times are changing, and there is no reason-- nor should there be a reason for man not to change with it. It is the theory of evolution, the theory for survival. In 1994 I was told to pick a major to dictate what I should be doing for the rest of my life. I barely knew how to tie my shoe much less pick a lifetime commitment. In 2008 I ask myself the same question and still fail to come up with a solid answer. Though my shoe-tying skills have vastly improved, my ability to set a single path for myself has not become any clearer. I want to straddle the line. I want to wander meanderingly. I don't want to walk one foot in front of the other in unison. I want to run in zig-zagged patterns, flailing and kicking, all the while still moving forward.