it's not that i don't have good intentions.

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really, it's not. it's just--a combination of fierce curiousity and a deep-seated belief that nothing's going to go really wrong, not terribly, horribly, irreversibly wrong, and what's wrong with testing the waters? until you push the envelope, you don't know how far it'll go. i've never actually understood that particular metaphor: push the envelope where? over a cliff? to the other side of the table? into someone else's hands?

sometimes i think i cause trouble just to make sure i can still wiggle myself out of it. as long as i escape unscathed and without scars, who cares what bridges end up burned?