Lost In My Mind

Over the last few days I've been trying to figure things out. Trying to work through things in my own head. Why men feel it necessary to hit there wives, girlfriends, significant others. Why people feel the need to be rude/cruel to others. Why professors feel the need to belittle there students. But most of all why people fall in love?

I guess the answer to the first one is simply, some, men feel like they are losing control and the only way to get it back is fear. So if they make us fear them we won't have our own mind. Though I would have thought in this day and age men would have wanted a women who was strong, independent and wanted to be there own person. Then again who wants a women who can think for herself?

I will never understand peoples need to be inherently rude to others. I understand that people are jealous, and want what other's have but what do eye rolls, heavy sighs and incoherent comments do? Nothing more then prolong the rudeness and "hatred" am I right?

I would have thought that professors where there to help us the student body. But I must honestly say that today I was pushed over the edge by one professor. When I asked him to replay something so that I could clarify he made it seem like the mistake I made was ridiculous and childish, as though I wasn't trying hard enough. I think that I work harder then some of the people in that class. But obviously that isn't enough for him.

I must say however that this last one is what perplexes me most. Why do people feel the need to bond with others? To be close with other people? What is it that draws people to people. What drew Dylan to me? Or vice versa? What I really wonder about is why do people want to get married.....let me explain before you all jump on me. You are tied to one person forever. You vow to have sex with one person for the rest of your life. To trust them. to love them and care for them. I guess, my question about the whole thing is if those are the concepts then why do we need divorce. I don't think you can just stop loving someone. That would be like my saying when my dad died that I just stopped loving him because he was dead. He's dead, I just can't see him anymore. I still love him. When I say I love you, I mean it. It's not just three words to me. "those three words are said to much, but not enough." I think everyone has a someone. It just depends on how long it takes to find them.

~Questions~