I like to pretend that I have a modicum of self-awareness, of course every so often this pretence collides head on with the reality that I don’t have a clue about myself or my actions or how any of these may be percieved by… well, lets say ‘real people’ who actually pay attention to the world around them.
I can’t work out whether it’s the compartmentalisation thing that my head does, or the fact that I’m almost totally self-absorbed or whether I just don’t stop to think that means that I look back on things which seemed a really great idea at the time and think… ‘oh… no… really bad idea actually’.
Sometimes I think I’m actually pretty original. Days like today I seem like a poor imitation.
In other, more exciting news, seems like all I need to orgasm is my skin and some touching. This may not come as news to some of you, but we’ve already covered my lack of self-awareness.