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The boredom dissipated. Now, I'm happy with my privileged little yuppie life again.

Current idle line of inquiry is a motorcycle. Given my bizarre love of speed, it's probably right up there with licking public toilets on the list of hot ideas. I'm told given my already intimidating stature, that a helmet and padded leather jacket make me look like an evil Transformer, which I suppose is better than looking like an evil tranny.

I kindly told my therapist that I wouldn't need her services any longer last week. This was after she told me that my enunciation was often so good that it would intimidate people. This was added to the laundry list of things that would intimidate people, and that list was too silly and egregious to ignore. Included in said list of things that made me intimidating: my precise diction, my exacting enunciation, my good posture, my general lack of fidgeting, and my ability to meet people's gaze. No mention was made of me being six-four with massively wide shoulder. So in order to be less intimidating, it really turned out that I needed to be a mush-mouthed, slouching, shifty, hyperactive nimwit, which is to say your average twenty-something. Who knew?

Honestly, I thought these people had to be trained and licensed.