i don't know where it came from or why it faded (i think it is gone now, but there might be a slight twinge of it remaining), but i really hate it.
it felt as if my need for physical contact had metastasized into something bigger. i do not know if someone to talk to, a few hugs, and a warm body in bed would have helped, but that's how it seemed.
i am not sure how one meets good people.. anymore?
half of learning how to play, is learning what not, to, play..