There is some kind of

There is some kind of link between creativity and sleep deprivation. This much seems painfully obvious. Synapses jump faster, or more eratically, or something. At the same time, other cognitive functions suffer… I never quite know whether I’m doing a good job, or whether it merely seems like I am. Is this RuPaul weblog really as interesting as I think it is? Or am I just terribly woefully tired?

Naked is fun. Unfortunately, when you’re in a relationship, I think there is this tendency for nakedness to get routine and, well, not boring, but just not as interesting anymore either. I wonder why this is. My room mate and I were speculating about the instinct for after-sex-talk. If all we (as males of the species) were interested in was progenation, then we’d probably never stick around for the after-sex-talk. Slam-bam-thank-you-mam… yet, it had to have been somehow advantageous for the man to get to know the woman, find out everything about her… from her eating habbits to her favorite hangouts just about any other nearly-useless detail we can wring from her.

I think that instinct may be a bit too strong in me. I’ve always found the first few weeks of the relationship to be the most intense.

Don’t get me wrong, I think there’s plenty to be said about stability and commitment. I just want very little to do with them.

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