What scares me the most is...

Actually meeting my imaginary/mythological/in all likelihood doesn’t exist twin mate/soul flame or whatever that bootleg garbage is.

The reason being is, well first off no I promise I wouldn’t take it all out on her so to speak, I’m not that much of a monster but she’d basically have to make a sisyphean second career out of gaining my trust-much less anything else-and she’d never gain it. Not fully anyway. Nobody will at this point much less a love interest.

For her it’d be like coming to America, believing the streets paved with gold myth then realizing she’s basically in Jabba’s Palace.

Then she’d go punch the tarot card reader she consulted right in the eye.

And the cycle continues....

(At least until the Robot Takeover or the fabled Old Ones return 😜)

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