Washouts
I've come to find that I genuinely care. Despite my best efforts, I'm not the detached, desensitized social robot that I've had in mind to be. Maybe I am sometimes, but that's not where it's at. Nope. I'd like to get gratification out of every second of the 15,000 days I have left, and appreciate all of the passing disappointments for what they really are.
If you're walking, your legs and ass are your foundation. Without any concentration paid to them, you'll not walk in a straight or strong line. And when you're looking at pairs of human eyes, you can often see their entire foundation, or see that you're not being shown much of anything, which can be intruiging, even if dangerous or annoying. Love and attraction are always visible that way. There can be some of both, amid all the emotional currency that makes everything so temporary.
If you're walking, your legs and ass are your foundation. Without any concentration paid to them, you'll not walk in a straight or strong line. And when you're looking at pairs of human eyes, you can often see their entire foundation, or see that you're not being shown much of anything, which can be intruiging, even if dangerous or annoying. Love and attraction are always visible that way. There can be some of both, amid all the emotional currency that makes everything so temporary.