I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Confused
One of the many definition for the word affliction, is " an intense desire for some particular thing "; compare this to a couple definitions of addiction " The condition of being habitually or compulsively occupied with or or involved in something." or "an intense desire for some particular thing" (www.thefreedictionary.com). I find myself trying in my head to determine whether I suffer from an addiction or an affliction - either way, I'm not sure that this could be normal the way I feel, the instance communication between object, eyes, brain, heart and loins. My flesh is weak. The sight of flesh makes me weak - the shape of full thighs, hips and ass; although of late I have realized I focus (though still greatly appreciate) less on ass - thick thighs and hips and I'm hooked; eyes locked on and body shuddering. OMG! I am rendered even more stupefied if those hips, and thighs belong to a bow-legged vixen - geeeez! I'm still not sure whether this is an affliction or an addiction; but I'll tell you this much I am thankful that I occasionally get confused.
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