Like Tinkerbell

It's only after spending an entire day in the company of people whom I love that I've realised that my sensitivities to the subtleties of emotion. It's kinda of like a horrible comedy sketch gone wrong, where a fat man dressed up in a tutu and attempts to waltz through a rainy street like Gene Kelly in singing in the rain, except Gene Kelly is fat, has no control over his psycho motor and is inebriated ON CRACK COCAINE.

I think I just bumble through interacting with people whom I feel positive about, because I feel too damn comfortable to exercise restraint in my behaviour. Which isn't good. There's a lot of weird shit happening beneath this calculated facade and like the Bruce Banner transforming into the Hulk, it's not pretty. It's a great big bumbling beast which needs a good dose of drugs NOW.