Just a quick post-let tonight...
I'm so confused. Why is it that the things I like the most cause me the most angst and depression?
See? Confusing, eh? I love dancing, but I question my ability to a point that it makes me not want to try anything new for fear of fucking it up. And cars, and girls (I do like girls!), and basically everything that I enjoy makes me feel less than adequate. Oh well. Gives me something to thing about.
Oh yeah, and no sympathy postings! It's not like I'm distraught here, just confused. Luckily the 80's stream at sky.fm lifts my spirits. (currently The Gap Band - You Dropped A Bomb On Me) Yea!