I mean really, how could "I" be crazy when I'm so sane and normal and people think "I'm" funny, amusing, personabble, quaint, etc?
Tonight, "I made" a girl expose her "boobies" to a bar full of people not because I thought it was fun, but knowing that I could do it. I never met, never knew her before 9:30pm EST, but knew I had that power...and I abused it. I feel somewhat sad, somewhat amused and entirely ambivalent about the whole affair. Would I again abuse a power that is not explicitly thrust upon me but which I implicitly knew I had because of experience, worldliness, etc?...Of course I would...it's human nature. Do I feel good about that? stay tuned...life keeps changing.
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