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i have an almost anal sense of equal distribution of goods and services. if someone asks me for some of my sandwich or fruit cup i would give her exactly half. exactly. and if i had to do a chore with someone, i always try to divide it in equal portions so that i know how much more ive done than the other person. and i keep track of this score until the time when the balance of done/ havent done is righted.
i am offended by imprecise use of language, so that people think im being haughty when my knee jerk reaction is to correct their grammar/ spelling. i justify my behavior by telling them that i'm actually doing them a favor. i don't silently judge their mistakes, i tell them about it so they can be right next time. i mean id want you to tell me if i were wrong. i think thats just basic civility.
in porn the sound of thighs slapping against thighs, the clap of naked flesh against naked flesh is very erotic.
i always thought i was perfectly healthy and that if they give me nothing else, my parents at least passed on their great genes. but in their old age my parents have been showing signs that they are not perfectly evolved, and their hereditary scars are mine too. i have my mother's toe bone (which has a vulnerability to bunions), my father's inability to digest alcohol, and other things too odd to mention.
i just really need my alone time. i cant seem to get along well with people when i dont get my private hours to think and move around in my space. it's a fallacy that all of the people in the world can fit in one continent. i, for one, need lots of room away from you.
i leave others because im afraid they'll leave me instead.
i think ive forgotten how to forgive. these days when people do something that hurts me or annoys me, i want them to pay for it. i might seem like ive let it go but ive actually just tucked it away in some nook in my brain, waiting.
i am offended by imprecise use of language, so that people think im being haughty when my knee jerk reaction is to correct their grammar/ spelling. i justify my behavior by telling them that i'm actually doing them a favor. i don't silently judge their mistakes, i tell them about it so they can be right next time. i mean id want you to tell me if i were wrong. i think thats just basic civility.
in porn the sound of thighs slapping against thighs, the clap of naked flesh against naked flesh is very erotic.
i always thought i was perfectly healthy and that if they give me nothing else, my parents at least passed on their great genes. but in their old age my parents have been showing signs that they are not perfectly evolved, and their hereditary scars are mine too. i have my mother's toe bone (which has a vulnerability to bunions), my father's inability to digest alcohol, and other things too odd to mention.
i just really need my alone time. i cant seem to get along well with people when i dont get my private hours to think and move around in my space. it's a fallacy that all of the people in the world can fit in one continent. i, for one, need lots of room away from you.
i leave others because im afraid they'll leave me instead.
i think ive forgotten how to forgive. these days when people do something that hurts me or annoys me, i want them to pay for it. i might seem like ive let it go but ive actually just tucked it away in some nook in my brain, waiting.