Too many blogs, not enough time

The number of blogs I've started but never finished is amazing. I have a great idea, start it, and then get distracted. I think distracting me must be easy, either that or I must have tons of distractions. Take your pick - I think both are true.

I spent a summer in summer school, both in the states and Europe. I enjoyed Europe  Oddly enough, the entire trip made me just a little (just a little, you hear) more comfortable with myself. Crazy I know. I should have already been comfortable with myself, I should be completely comfortable with myself, so why did I need a trip to Europe to help me out even just a smidgen?

Well, I wasn't and I'm not. Deal. As much as I am a nice person, I'm not very social and often told not very nice. Somehow people think I'm being snobby not shy.  Meeting people can be very difficult - and those of the male species - even worse. Some how I always think they are judging me, and finding me to come up short, in more ways than just my height. Now don't ask me why I feel that way. I'm sure there is some horrible childhood story that made me that way (well, not really, my parents are pretty cool), but I sure can't tell you what it is.

On this trip I questioned myself quite a bit. I'm not a big partier, not a big drinker, and i felt like most people from the school I met did nothing else. I'm I really that big of a prude? Am I really that unfun? I just don't think getting drunk in a foreign country every night is all that fun but obviously I'm in the minority. I also don't think stupid humor is funny. Take for example Bridesmaids with everyone throwing up on themselves and everyone else - that doesn't really strike me as funny. Yet I think the majority of people in this country thought it was. I wonder if I'm missing something.

Sometimes I wonder if if I've just been too responsible or too hard-working most of my life to even learn how to have fun. Maybe I really should just drink more.

But I'm not going to. I'm going to finish my 3 more years of law school. I'll still be single, I'll still not know how to have fun, still be unsociable - but darn it, I'll have the JD without debt. What more can one really ask for?