Mars here, though Sam isn't far. So we might jump back and forth. I'm seriously digging this song I'm listening to, and its triggering as ###$ I'm pissed off right now but it feels good...man I wanna go to the gym. Or punch something. Either way. Floating in the...void...the memory chasm I guess? I dunno what it is---but I feel it. I serve and protect, that's my job. I love, live, dance. The question is, is anyone complex? Aren't we supposed to be just sorta---flat? Like we can only do so much/react a certain way? Or are we stupid/have been misguided?
Example: I can be one goofy, shy, sensitive dude and I LOVE to dance (my bad for the ear-bleeding Sam XD, but a man's gotta dance and there's nothing like house music or dubstep....or OK, *looks away* sometimes a boy likes his girly $#%^ too guilty as charged), I also like cooking and classical music. At the same time, like I said, I'm the protector, the invulnerable, the calm, the defensive one. I'm also pretty metrosexual and fabulous. I don't eat much except when I'm in a downward spiral, then hey---bring on the junk food.
Firebird and Leopard and little one are the same, they're like their own people. We kinda do all the emotional range. All full of contradictions and $#%^.