Bleh.

Perception of Reality

If two people experience the same event in unison, and later their recollection of said event is completely different, did the event even occur in the first place? Whose reality is more valid, or do they cancel each other out completely? Or if they in fact experienced two completely separate events, is it ever possible to share an experience with another human being?

XXX

There's a fine line between being sexual and being creepy, and it really has nothing to do with fetish or fantasy, but more about attitude. Have you ever met someone, no take that back, just SEEN someone and they gave you the willies? It's not so much how they look, but their energy. Like, that fucking kid who plays Superman on that tv show... he gives me the fucking creeps. I'm convinced he's a flasher or child molester or something. Seriously, whatever you do with your time is your business as long as you're a consenting adult. But for fuck's sake, be casual about it.

I've had the *cough* pleasure of working for a site that exists primarily so people can look at tits. There is nothing wrong with that, and I've met a lot of very open minded, confident, sexy as hell people. But I've also met [and been witness to] a lot of fucking creepy ass people. This is also to be expected. However, the thing that gets me is that the very 'je ne sais quoi' that makes them creepy is the very thing they shove down your throat. Like the member that decided to create a thread on the boards to show off their genital piercing to hundreds of strangers [in the interest of full disclosure, I don't feel that most of these people are true exhibitionists, which would be a whole different story.] It's like, does that really work?

Maybe I'm being judgmental. Maybe I just don't get it. But some people just creep me the fuck out.

Mildred

Trying to Put a Caption to the Picture

Relationships are fucking weird. People who you think are gone from your life forever suddenly reappear, seemingly out of nowhere, and it's a pleasant surprise. Sometimes it's a horrible shock. Other times you just don't know what the fuck to do.

What do you do when a person who played such a pivotal role is developing who you are reappears when you thought you'd never see them again? What if that person left your life in a very messy way? And you don't know where that person fits into your life now? Especially since you are both completely different people?

Read Of Human Bondage. This person is my Mildred. Or was. Or I was theirs. Fuck, I don't know... it's complicated.