Satan: suddenly, worryingly, everything’s becoming clear.
I never touched him, ref, honest!
Pop psych wag… (Disclaimer: My opinion is not that of a professional whom you would pay and who has the appropriate malpractice insurance to protect me financially for leading you astray. Your own Freudian, Jungian, Adlerian, Gestaltian, Rational Cognitive Theoretician, or Behaviorist might disagree with me… and certainly with each other.)
Diagnosis: Temporary intense infatuations or obsessions are common among sane folk, whether the object of said infatuation/obsession be a real thing, imagined thing, or false impression of a real thing. Why is this particular thing or person such an infatuation for you at this time of your life is something worth reflecting on for personal insight. There are no right or wrong answers, here, just honesty with oneself.
Prognosis: IOW, enjoy the fantasy while it lasts (it won’t last… it will eventually fade away). Also, take the time to have a good laugh at how silly it is – but don’t let that laugh keep you from enjoying it.
Warning: You only have to become concerned if the infatuation or obsession truly disturbs your peace of mind/body/soul or if it interferes in any meaningful way in your life. It that happens, seek professional counseling, ASAP.
Peace.
Huge leathery wings?
Wow, I bet he tears through the ArmorAll.
I’m not perky.
I had a dream about someone once,and then found out he looked just like my dream.Weird…
There, ya see! There ya go thinking again without a safety net!
I have one. He’s quite the dandy; well read, impossibly compelling and dangerously attractive. Oh, yeah, he’s a werewolf. There IS that one draw back. But as long as he doesn’t bite too hard or too deep…
(Excuse me while I sink to the floor in ecstacy over this lust I have for a man that doesn’t exist.)
I have the same fascination for imaginary vampires. And extremely lusty lords… hmmm. Seems to me that it’s all a part of the sexual brain. Dunno. I’d feel weird if I DIDN’T have these thoughts!
Best!
Byz
The dark haired guy with no chest hair and big leathery wings was me. Oh wait… those aren’t leathery wings their fly wings… Fly wings? Oy my gawd! The transporter must have mixed my dna with a fly’s dna…
ARGHHHHHH!!!
Damnit, I hate having to puke on my food to eat it too. grrrr.
Oh, great! It’s Bart Simpson being an ass…
And he/she/it doesn’t know the difference between their and they’re…
Yeah, I thought my post was bad, but then again… OY!
Best!
Byz
he knows the difference in their and they’re and even there, you asswipe. it was a typo.
But you can ignore my post Byz, it wasn’t meant for you. It was meant for people that have a brain larger then the average fruit fly. You might not understand that so let me just say this, Byz, it was meant for people that know how to read a message and understand when a typo was made. idiot.
you know you have too much time on your hands when you have enugh time to peruse mb’s and correct typos.