Authorized excuse

I'm not out of touch...just difficult...

I'm not unfeeling or unmotivated just unsure at times...

I think my occasional desire to control things and the steady influx of logic into the more complicated matters of the heart, discourages me.

I have a defeatist attitude at times because I've lost so much...I've beared the brunt of a lot, I've been through a lot and I see how my insecurity has cloaked itself in the robes of hubris and my hamartia is much like Othello's...that I "love[d] not wisely; but too well"

I get frustrated by my frustration...I get unhappy with ME.

My ideal mate is an unreal mate because I desire someone who finds it impossible to hurt or disappoint me (which I think everyone's tends to be).

I dehumanize women by placing them on pedestals and get frustrated if their posture while on that pedestal isnt perfect (Everyone isn't perfect but my unreal expectations call for a good effort at the least).

I place my hopes in a photograph because the motion picture has a tendency to improv and ad-lib...no one wants to stick to my approved and authorized script. This, I have a problem with.

I have control issues but I seem to be out of it half the time...if you think I am composed, it merely means that I portray my mess very well. If you catch me in real composure, my mess is most likely swept under my proverbial rug...

My head/house needs cleaning.