Morality, Humanity, and Sexuality. And an ashtray.

Okay, my recollections of these events run into eight pages, so this is an amended version.

On Friday evening, I had to make a choice, which I did, and am happy with. From the collections of my life experiences, and the situation as it presented itself, I decided to adhere to my inner-self.

Being empathic I can read a great deal into people in a very short space of time - I can sense their feelings, feel them. This is something I relied on whilst growing up, and have now begun to openly acknowledge and listen to. It is an important part of who I am.

Now this scenaro takes place in a pub on a Friday evening. To cut out the unrelated stuff (karaoke, fun, chatting...) I will just relate those things that matter.

( How do you know? )

I would always rather been called honest than good. I am not a saint or martyr. I am a human being. I am Kim.

Okay, I know this was not a great situation. Do not suppose I have not thought about her since, the situation she must be in with her boyfriend, his feelings, the judgements that may be passed by friends. I have. And I feel as if, oh lord, it feels as if I have corrupted the innocence of my former and latter infatuations.

But what is done is done. I know my reasonings completely. And for all the moral wrangling, the empathic sensationalism, the fall-out, it still stands that I pulled a straight girl in a straight pub whilst her boyfriend was there.

Ah dear... I really quite like myself! I'm such a silly philosophical creature!

X Kim X