A "Chance" Meeting

[Amalgam]

I met her again yesterday. II feel like we are two polar opposites. If there is such a thing as soul mates we are two of a kind--the flip side of a coin--what have you. It was also hard. I've never really accepted the fact that I am a sex addict, but I am. I've seen things that I've dealt with poorly and as a result I have a hard time with my own sexuality. I don't do things to other people per se, but in a sense I do. The imagination is a powerful thing. If I imagine myself in the role of a porno star, then I become entangled with that ideal and the ideal is so far from what I want really. I don't want lots of women. There are a few I'd like to meet and be friends with, but one is enough. I'm tired of seeing people hurt the innocent and even if they aren't--an eye for an eye only makes sense when yours has been poked out by that person if you deem it wise.

Sometimes what you need is a swift kick in the ass. I've got a bloody slow and steady kick. It doesn't hurt so bad, but I don't feel good most of the time. I can sense evil in people and smell fear. These abilities weren't the things that drove me mad, but the ability to control them did definitely.