What is it with girls? What goes on in those pretty heads of theirs? It really bothers me that their insanity affects me so deeply. I can't quite figure out just why I'm so interested that I'm willing to deal with such back and forth, up and down, twisting spiraling impossible-to-figure-out madness. It seems to me that it should be easy enough to just let go and move on, but I'm somehow stuck.

Women wield a kind of weird power, and it really gives me an appreciation for priests and monks and hermits. Now that I think about it, uninterrupted solitude and disinterest in women might not be a bad way to be.