I like cats.
I like cars.
And yes, I twitch. No big deal.
But yet there is something missing; for years I've put no focus on romance or finding a partner to share it all with. It's about time I did,
If I lose these, put me out of my misery with an appropriately fantastical explosion or falling anvil. Other things, I can do without, albeit less pleasantly.
A sturdy multitool.
I marvel at the sheer scale of modern cities; thousands of strangers living completely separate lives bouncing into each other without so much as a second glance. Sardines in cans of concrete and iron.
Massive machines of metal and oil that move us at speeds many magnitudes more than our malleable mortal forms were ever meant to go. Every day we commute distances that our ancestors wouldn't travel in their entire lifetimes. Yet we expect these incomprehensibly complicated contraptions that convey us to continue perfectly every time, on time. And they usually do. We buy and sell them for prices that could provide food to an entire Bangladeshi village for a month.
Continent spanning networks of transmission lines, underwater cables stretching across entire oceans, radio waves and microwaves emitted and received in every pocket; billions upon billions of dollars and entire adult lives devoted to maintaining our ability to send a message across the globe in a split second when those same words would have taken months in our grandparents time. All so that under appreciative pricks like ourselves can send meaningless shit like "sup babe wanna hook up" to girls we've never even seen with our own eyes.
I also think about cute cats, pretty girls, fast cars and sex. They're nice too.
If you can drive stick, because that is awesome and sexy.
If you can't drive stick, because I'll teach you.