I hate how necessary it's become for people to be secretive with each other.  I think a lot of the social problems I have stem from the fact that I want to rebel against that.


I've been walking in dangerous territory lately.  I see something beautiful, far off on an island. It's blurry and maybe I can't see exactly what it is, but I don't need to to know it's something wonderful. But I have to swim through sharks to get there. Both literally and for the sake of this metaphor, I don't even know how to swim- forget the dangers of even entering the sea.


Right now, I don't really have the courage to take the swim. Not quite yet. I'm just kind of poking the sharks with a stick right now. I never said it was healthy.