I've Always Been Intrigued By Stockholm Syndrome.

It Was One Of Those Days When Every Time I Went To Go Out The Door, Something Grabbed Me In The Back Of The Brain And Said, Lie Down And Masturbate One More Time.

The Real Self And The Public Self Are Intertwined, Like A Tumor Around An Organ, And You Can't Cut The Tumor Or You'll Kill The Organ, So They Live Together, Until The Tumor Chokes The Organ Off - But Which Self Is The Tumor?. Or It's Like Something Out Of Star Trek. The Borg.

It Seems Like The Original 'star Trek' Could Have Gone On Longer.

I'm Actually Much More Shy And Self-conscious Than People's Perception Of Me.

I Have Very Few Hobbies. In Fact, I Have No Hobbies.