There is a divide within me.
On one hand i am mechanical; with logic reigning in all i see, calculating angles and producing opinions.
On the other; I am a romantic, a lover of birds with colourful wings; jealous of lovers losing themselves in their chemical wonderland of adoration and infatuation and shared dreams!
How i long for love in one second, and in then shake my head bewildered by this strange behaviour displayed in relationships, the social contracts, the bonding rituals.
Who runs the show? well, I am more mechanical thinker than i am hormone bulldozer.
Just an observation.