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It's Scotty2Hottie's birthday!

Grrr....fuck

and grrr again.

I want a bright, shiny future, not a painful, uncertain, and difficult one.

And, fuck, again.

Wow

Subjective is just damned amazing. I just received and devoured "subject to change" number twelve (many thanks to champignon for showing me number eleven). Direct writing; clear, reflective thinking; a frightening and enviable ability to articulate things I feel certain I stumbleblindly with, at best: I can't really do justice to the degree to which I'm impressed with this work. Wow.

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I think I have an idea of what I might want.

I feel guilty and/or wrong for wanting it.

I see what it might say to others about me if I get/work towards what I want.

I fear they might be right, because I can't define/defend it myself.

I see the difficulties that would likely arise if I pursue what I think I want.

I see no safety or comfort/respite if I move outside of the "boundaries".

I see the "boundaries" as prison walls.