I just want you to know that, on Friday, I had to exert superhuman effort in telling you to stop worrying about getting there...because no matter where you go, there you are. But I was pretty sure you would rip out my spleen with your bare hands and eat it raw.
(I don't understand directional discomfort. I've always loved noodling around with maps and stuff, so figuring out where I'm meant to be going is fun, not to mention second-nature. Which is not to say I don't have episodes of spaz when I'm supposed to be getting to some track in some station and the interior signage is crap, but that's not so much a navigational problem. If it's any comfort, though, Steve never has the least idea where he's going either, and he also tends to get immoderately worked up about it.)
Putting aside anxieties, you know me. You've seen my place in the universe as a Chaos Magnet in action. The things that I've come across while lost (particularly in urban areas) are ridiculous. So my brain floods me with scenarios I and I drown in them. Then I can't think clearly (or even talk clearly). You've seen it.
(I don't understand directional discomfort. I've always loved noodling around with maps and stuff, so figuring out where I'm meant to be going is fun, not to mention second-nature. Which is not to say I don't have episodes of spaz when I'm supposed to be getting to some track in some station and the interior signage is crap, but that's not so much a navigational problem. If it's any comfort, though, Steve never has the least idea where he's going either, and he also tends to get immoderately worked up about it.)
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ONLY YOU DON'T LIKE FIREFLY SO YOU DON'T GET THAT ARGHGHGHGH philistine.
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It's Joss Whedon's post-Buffy sci-fi series.
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