Darlin' the question should be, "Are those you play with satisfying?"

The answer instinctively is a big fat "no." What a downright bore most encounters are, how incredibly generic and ordinary their responses and pleasures.

To play, is to dream. To dream, is to think. To think, is to produce. But whom shall I play with once production ensues? I am giddy when I think of the many toys I am working to acquire; a fast coupe (Mercedes, Audi, or the long-term goal of a Maserati), a ritzy loft within a prominent city (baby, there is nothing like Manhattan), and a to-die for wardrobe consisting of top shelf fashion designers. Bah! Romance is a tricky little sucker. Cheap sex is unfulfilling, uncomplimentary, and potentially hazardous to one's self-esteem.

Do I play enough? Most likely not, I probably worry more than I do play but I am biased when determining worry v. play. My worries stem from the thought of not having enough fun. The issue here, is my capacity to do the things I esteem as utterly exhilarating.

I haven't answered the question. Here is the most accurate answer I can give and could possibly be someone else's words, a girl can never have too much play for there are no limits to enjoyment and happiness. There is no standard in existence that measures under acceptability of play. If you produce a sincere smile or engage in vivacious laughter for each hour of the day, you most certainly conduct a beautiful life.

I must accept the natural discourse of love and companionship. This is one of the only (and must I say one of the most mind altering) aspects where I become completely dualistic. I act all sorts of bizarre and abandon governing principles that allow for an unduly influenced pride. Selling myself for a thrift bargain price creates the most uncomfortable, nagging feeling. A feeling of personal regret and pity.

Once I accept the nature of love and companionship I believe I will cherish the relationships I have brought into my life. My gratefulness will reach new levels. The boy I love will look for me when he desires my grace, and I will act in the same manner instead of issuing cheap speak for a short-term satisfaction from his attention. He will be reassured that I am indeed the girl I claim to be. My actions will fall into step with my words. Patience goes hand in hand with confidence. My friendships will be THAT much greater. Instead of picking flaws in my friendships, I will enjoy a shared happiness. Not all of life's departments call for a detective.

I've begun accepting these notions, I must remain consistent in action.

Universities stripped of collective, mind numbing, soul robbing trends. Universities worldwide are the transmitters of philosophy. Philosophy is needed in man's life for the sole purpose of investigating existence and man's role qua existence. Man's past, present, and future are concrete and tangible when a rational philosophy is instilled within him. Religion is one of the first attempts at this job, but one that has been so perverted it is has contributed to the demise of mankind. It is the job of the University to promote a rational philosophy that holds man as a specimen of beauty and unlimited potential within the capacity of his abilities.

Today, it is no mistake that universities trigger eager students to disintegrate their ambition ten fold. In a world where altruism is herald, self-denial is rampant, and admittance to knowing nothing is championed, it is no small wonder why universities since the 60s have laggard to such a state. Tackling a worldwide Moral Revolution (moral encompassing- pride, integrity, justice, productiveness, rationality, and independence) is the title of such a paramount problem. Resuscitating universities is a subcategory. Today, I wish to save the American university. Tomorrow, all other international universities.