/lit/ - Literature

I realized she's not different, she's the same. I thought she was different than the previous girls I've known, capable of deep and artistic thought. But nope. She just portrays herself as such and even worse I portray her as such. I put onto her an ideal person that doesn't exist.
I realized all this the past few days when having a conversation about a few different pieces of art, and realizing she has nothing to say but the most surface and uninteresting things. And my comments barely got a response.

I think I'm looking for too much in girls, I'm looking for a guy almost. I want to be able to talk to a girl the way I've spoken with guys but I haven't found it. I need to reevaluate my desires. The perfect and ideal girl in my head doesn't exist and I need to stop letting that disappoint me

After 3 years of meandering around in college I finally found what I want to do.
Of course I found this out after I had chosen my classes for this semester so I'm stuck doing a class that doesn't apply at all to my major, but oh well. Feels good to finally have that feeling of wanting to do something. Whether I'll get there or not I don't know, but the feeling is nice