My reading has recently been limited mostly to British authors of the eighteenth century and I’m hardly complaining. I find I relate more to Brits than I do to Americans these days. I drink too much, I love too much, I believe in humanity. I can admit when I make mistakes.

A major theme in my readings has been the tendency to love fast and constantly. There is never a time in my life when I am lacking a love interest. Sometimes there are many at a time, sometimes it’s unrequited, sometimes I am swept up, sometimes not. Most of the time I am not seeking a romantic interest. Mostly just a focus for my energies.

I just appreciate people. Humanity.

Maybe that’s a good focus for my thesis?