what could possibly go wrong?

If it fits, it may as well have been intentional. and

if it wasn't, what's the harm in a little play pretend?

what i mean is, how are you going to know your limits, unless you go too far?

On being a creep

The more I stop to think about being romantic and creepiness and how fine the line between the two is, the more horrified I become to realize what a creep lives inside me. On the upside, it helps me in appreciating the creepy gestures I've witnessed and heard other people commit. Like when I realized that cancer is simply your body's production of new cells going overboard and AIDS is not a horrible boogeyman eating you from the inside, but your natural defence system shutting down.

It's really not as bad as people make it out to be.

Half the time I don't know how to separate the two, because really, I don't see the difference.

Hey, buying people plant vaginas is okay!

And yet, the very thought of staring at a sleeping person makes me so incredibly uncomfortable. Why would you do that?

As much as I'm sure there are situations in which fear is a useful reaction in your body, it's much more of an inconvenience a lot of the time. I want to (want to) understand why people are so scared, but ... the indifference and distance are making it overly demanding to finish this thought.

[like when] I always get sweaty hands and my body starts caving in at the most incovenient times. It's funny, I don't think anybody notices unless they [have to] take my hand. There's something endearing about a person who takes it like a man - being either party, but then you would only know if you've been there. I have! and they will never know this, because I wouldn't know how to be subtly creepy about it; not a forte of mine.