...it feels like a very real possibility that at some point in our lifetimes, the luxury of having services that deliver food to your door via mobile phone app connected to your paypal account, and corporations that produce two-ply toilet hypo-allergenic paper that you can pick up at the local grocery store with your rewards card are going to the things that future children will treat like fairy tales.
This time of year has a tendency to present the perfect conditions for me to question everything about my life. It's not a great time for me to be alone, but it's when my instincts tell me to withdraw from having to be present anywhere where I have to put on a mask to hide what's going on inside.
There's a little voice in my head that asks "Why do you feel like you have anything more/different to offer than anybody else who is already doing it?"
They're like condoms for poly-style relationships. They might help keep you safe, but the only way to really be sure is abstinence from relationships entirely.
"You don't scare me." She held his gaze, holding very still.