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Julie
40 San Antonio, Texas, United States
Seeking: Male 31 - 44
Body art: Piercing
ashley
36 Toms River, New Jersey, United States
Seeking: Male 28 - 35
Body art: Piercing
ASHLEIN
33 Kuri, Gyoenggi-do, Korea, South
Seeking: Male 30 - 40
Body art: Piercing
Paula
50 Bury St. Edmunds, Suffolk, United Kingdom
Seeking: Male 44 - 55
Body art: Piercing
Taylor
30 Huntington, West Virginia, United States
Seeking: Male 18 - 25
Body art: Piercing
shanique
28 New York, New York, United States
Seeking: Male 19 - 28
Body art: Piercing
Sofia
31 Los Angeles, California, United States
Seeking: Male 25 - 36
Body art: Piercing
Linda
27 Charleston, West Virginia, United States
Seeking: Male 18 - 32
Body art: Piercing
Brittany
29 Portsmouth, New Hampshire, United States
Seeking: Male 24 - 35
Body art: Piercing
Maria
33 Lynwood, California, United States
Seeking: Male 26 - 39
Body art: Piercing
hi
30 Tacoma, Washington, United States
Seeking: Male 24 - 33
Body art: Piercing
A random introspection into the mind of me. I'm sure people will either pass this by or read it and move on but what I'm really seeking is some conversation on the topic. I don't understand how people function. Not in any given scenario, mind you. I just don't understand how they work as a whole. Sure, I could pick apart every aspect of the human anatomy and tell you what each individual part does but that's not what leaves me curious. What leaves me wondering is what seemingly random pattern of minute electrical synapses causes everyone else to interact so peaceably with each other whilst I am unable to coexist with people in general. I know full well, I don't need a doctor to tell me, I am a sociopath. This may stem from my bizarre childhood or it may be a part of me that just functions differently in the grey matter but ultimately, I am. I also worry that I might have what was once called Aspergers but is now just considered a highly acute case of autism. I hate to admit that because my mind is me. Everything I am is my brain and my nervous system and the rest of me is more or less just a vessel to move it from point A to point B. To admit that it is so flawed is hard for me to do. I am not a social person... I want to be but ultimately, I have lived my life outside of all of you. Even the people that I would consider 'close' I see from an outside looking in perspective. It's not a matter of disrespect and certainly doesn't mean that I don't care for you. Basically, it is as though they live in a little glass box of two-way mirrors... They can't see me and I want them to know I'm there but ultimately even I'm not certain I actually am. Talk about an existential crisis. I'm merely an observer who wants to be something more. I'm not sure that I'm absolutely certain what love is. I don't want to mean disrespect by any means to my friends and family but I'm not sure I do. I'd like to think I have some idea but everything is conceptual and when something is so dreadfully vague, it's hard to push on a realist like myself. Do I want to love you, yes... I wish I could care for you all the way you do for me... I'm just not sure I know what it is.
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