RAR.

sometimes i'm so lame (paranoid! chickenshit! risk-averse!) that i frustrate myself to the point where, if i were a friend of mine instead of, you know, me, i'd smack me upside the head and say "if you're not willing to do what you know to be reasonable and adult, i can't help you."

unfortunately, i can't refuse to hang out with myself until such time as i get my shit together.

i can't be more specific, because i haven't been yet. not with anyone, so if you think you know what i'm talking about, you're mistaken unless you think this despite the fact that i've never spoken of it (which is possible).

i'm chalking it up to hormones, at the moment. which is why i'm doing nothing. but this time next week (or so), if nothing's changed, i'm going to have to light a fire under my ass. because i'm starting to piss me off.