I just don't know what to think, he just doesn't know what to say. We had an epiphany the other day, she and I. She complains she can't find the perfect guy. They are either gay or taken. The social bee has yet to figure out which one of the two he is. I tell her the perfect partner only exists for a second, then he or she changes.
Love is willing to accept the change.
We forgot about it. Then I wondered if a person who is kept in a box all their life and protected from outside stimuli actually develops a sex drive or emotions. She says the person would, but wouldn't be able to figure out what it is and thus be depressed. She concludes I am obsessed with Freud. I may be.