Sometimes I just come home and connect back with society, other than work. When I’m at work I currently am not on the phone or internet, all day. 12 hours. Sometimes I come home and everyone else has had negative day, and I get the lovely gigantic blast of it. Not the first time, or the third time, or the hundreth time, but so many times I can’t even recall. I just want to say “Fuck Off!” but I can’t. Cause I can take it. It doesn’t break me. I turn their weakness into my strength, their hate into my love, their sadness into my happiness. I soak it all in like a sponge, hold it in, then change it with the help of time. Finally I expell it as something positive, something considered good. I feed off the anger you give me. I can put up with the shit, cause I know more about it. I understand. Having figured out a way to control the input and output. Photosynthesis. And my greatest positive is giving love and pleasuring. It becomes more intense, mixing and combining the emotions of aggresion, passion, and love. It puts you in the mood not to fuck, but if you force yourself, with the help of your lover to push forward and give in, let your body react instead of your mind. This creates a lovely seperation of your mind, all your focus is on the pleasure, fueled by the anger, and anger is a very powerful fuel. It might surprise you.