You like to be around people, but you enjoy your alone time, too.

“Love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which had lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing.” Carson McCullers
I moved apartments in 2005 when I discovered my roommate had an entire closet dedicated to his VHS tapes of Friends and ER, dating back to the mid 90s. Hundreds of them.
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This is so Wild at Heart.
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On a rainy evening in 2003, my Literary and Cultural Studies professor dropped by my record shop. He purchased the Darkness album and a Sigmund Freud action figure. He also, in all likelihood, filled out this questionnaire.
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“Doesn’t it strike you as strange that I am I, and you are you?” Carson McCullers
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Being suffocated by thousands of rats and/or cockroaches has long been a recurring nightmare of mine. When I was a child, I had a lot of Cowboys and Indians™ dreams, one in particular featuring our wild cat, Dorothy, a bow and arrow, and me bolting up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat like I think I subconsciously thought I was supposed to. As my father pointed out many years later, this is a common theme for children—-or at the very least, children who read Little House on the Prairie, played the Oregon Trail on an Apple IIGS, and romanticized being kidnapped by a Native American tribe after reading A Light in the Forest.
Another unsettling nightmare: Emmy (Kim Cattrall) barely escaping a conveyor belt shredding in Mannequin.
Creep town! Into your video picture frame and onto the mantle. 2010.