No time for mundanities? I never really bought into it before I had, as you say, found myself pinned down, but I like. All those stupid sappy moments where your face hurts cause you’re smiling so much. I never really thought I’d have them either, or find someone that wanted to have them with me, and maybe that’s a bit of me telling me I didn’t like them because I never thought I’d have them and it was easier, but now I do, and I really like them.
It’s awful isn’t it? I’ll try to gush less.
I don’t believe in self-denial at all. How can you be your true self when you’re busy telling yourself not to want the things you obviously want?
I’d love to see more good things. I am, slowly, courtesy of an expanded repertoire of experiences, but it’s slow going, and half the men I meet I imagine their fists connecting with flesh. Open or closed. Do you know, several decades ago, it was considered appropriate for a man to hit a woman with an open hand to slap some sense into her? I think that’s awful.
That’s very true. I wanted something different, and then I knew what I dreamed. Do you dream? Or is it all logic?