I sometimes wonder if it has something to do my lack of "human contact" - you see, all the passions growing inside me are kept by force, unnourished, in a rather small and over-crowded environment: my own head, my family's...whatever they've got in there and my surroundings - actual places around me and places I've been to.
As for the passions I leave in those "places I've been to" they've become so unreachable, I can't quite say if they're still in good shape. Like my passion for backpacking that I left in Bali 2 years ago (sigh).
As for the passions I leave in those "places I've been to" they've become so unreachable, I can't quite say if they're still in good shape. Like my passion for backpacking that I left in Bali 2 years ago (sigh).
Anyways, I came to the conclusion that I need to see more people and places, find more space for my unsatisfied passions, where they can properly grow.
But, OK, enough digression. The title's "Hormone Attack!" right? The whole I-need-more-space-for-my-ever-growing-passions talk is getting too deep, I've forgotten what I was going to write about in the first place.
Grrr...
See? All this hormone thing really sucks - I can't even stick to what I was going to write.
Or is it just me?
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