I can be a jealous cunt. Sorting through a pile of weirdness and only coming up with more weirdness. My current fantastical journey involves me figuring out my needs and desires and how that gels with my ever human set of emotions.
What do I think of this? I think it is LAME. Sometimes I wish I was a Sex Robot and that I wasn't capable of giving a shit about other people.
More on this as clarity sets in...so yeah, maybe never lol.