marley386

I just had me a heart atack - not a real one, but one of those where you think, "Oh my God!" - yeah... one of those. It's kind of depressing too, I spend my whole frickin' life watching where I put my step, and, just because of my gender, I spend the rest of it wondering if maybe I didn't step carefully enough. It's like, where is the end of the paranoid "was it me?" stream of consciousness? Am I neurotic just because I fear I might one day grow into my manliness and start being the thing I fear most, or am I just being considerate. Sometimes I think I should change my screen name to fragile... it describes my psyche all to well...