Past?

I am amused at how little of my own past I remember as things that happened to me. I recall them as something I watched... maybe a movie that I watched in a dingy AC-less, bat-smelling cinema hall with a whiny speaker.

It does lend a certain objectivity to see my life with. It is not MY life... it is that guy in the screen's.

Mute

No love can survive muteness

Everyday we learn something new

Question: When in a relationship is it right to say this to a girl?

I am an addict. I get an intellectual boner everytime someone challenges me with an insightful argument or a troubling paradox and the perverse pleasure I derive from finding an answer is truly orgasmic (and to extend the sex-talk, while the answer is the pinnacle of pleasure, I wouldn't trade it for the act of searching).

Answer: Never. Apparently.