Alright. You were on and you didn't even send me a message?!
For some reason I saw 'some man' instead of 'someone' in your previous post. :/ Sorry about that.
I understand that, but it could still always happen. Chances are that it would be hard, but you might find someone that you'd want at your side despite all of that. I know. Not sure if I ever said that it had to be a guy.
If I feel too strongly for the happiness of others than I do for myself, and if I believe that love and romance is secondary in my life, why do I have to have a partner for life? ...Also it could also be a woman instead of a man. :D
It might stem from me being a guy and Irish. I've heard that the Irish tend to have very short tempers and love to fight. And I still stand behind what I said before. It's my belief that you might find someone that could help to ease those fears.
I don't like fights like those, although I admit I've had urges to just slap or punch someone (who's done wrong) in the face. But the most I'd do are verbal arguments. I don't even know if I could shout at someone anyway; I'm pretty meek when it comes to arguing. This is the reason why I don't want to have kids, or have a family. I was just remembering our previous conversation about kids and all. :P
I can't stand the pain of blisters. But that's mostly because I tend to get them on my feet when I walk too much. But of all the pains I've felt, the most enjoyable one would have to be getting punched. It just excites me to the point that I've gotta fight back.
Well, I don't quite like the taste of blood. And it feels weird when it came out of my nose. But I like pain, sometimes. Not huge pain, but pain like blisters and small cuts. But, um, I don't deliberately cut or anything.
The taste and everything doesn't bother me. Thanks to what I did while in a relationship, I grew accustomed to the taste of blood. And for a while there I even craved it at times.
Haha, fortunately mine didn't go all the way to the mattress, because I woke up before it got any worse. But my pillow got stained. I find it pretty funny when I get nosebleeds, though. Sometimes I just sit down and stare blankly (lazily) and then I get a nosebleed. And my mom sometimes goes hysterical too, so I start laughing...although that ends up with the blood in my mouth >:|
