Love

Holodeck wrote:

naps wrote:I preferred playing alone even though I frequently played with other kids. As I grew older the preference shifted toward solitude. I vividly remember one specific moment in the middle school years. I was on the corner of my street talking to this kid and suddenly I wanted to get away from him and go home to my room. Being there and listening to music or playing with my dog was clearly more appealing. That feeling never went away.

I used to daydream alot. I'd wander around in my backyard making up scenarios, voicing imaginary conversations between characters. The neighbors probably looked out of their windows and wondered "what's wrong with that kid?"

Daydreaming has become sometimes uncontrollable these days. Sometimes I don't realize I'm doing it, or if I do, it's hard to stop it. Do you have this problem?

I was always extremely into sex.

EmpathySucks wrote:That's kinda funny when you put that quote last and the subsequent comment.

Holodeck wrote:Yup, which is why I went with something shallow like puppy love. Real love tends to be more selfless. Though disappointing (even heartbreaking), the person in love would be alright about it for the most part as the other person was happy. Sure it would be sad, but they would more view the person they're in love with more as an individual who they care for, than something stolen from them.

smirks wrote:No love. No infatuation. No sexual intrigue. Nothing.

ShowJumpingRabbit wrote:

smirks wrote:No love. No infatuation. No sexual intrigue. Nothing.

In some ways, you're a very safe person to be around, since nothing good, or bad can happen around you.

(I'm teasing by the way)