I'm Not That Vile, Really

Please don't react that way when I say something that seems a bit weird to you. Remember who you're talking to - it's me, my mind runs in mysterious circles, but I could never intentionally harm anyone... I'm not a saint, but not that much of a sinner, either. You have no idea how it pains me when I say something humorously and gleefully, and mean nothing by it accept to make an observation or some silly remark - and have you treat it with a sombre, austere response, as if I'd suggested committing some horrible crime. My thoughts run free, same as yours, and I feel comfortable and safe enough with you to express them freely. I'd hate to have to stop doing that. I hate it when people make me feel bad about things that make me feel good and harm no one. It's unfair. I should have a right to enjoy myself - an it harm none.

On a different note, I'm finally making some progress with my thesis, and it's a great relief. Those who needed to be thanked have been thanked, and hopefully I'll be able to return a favour someday.

It would be so nice if my loved ones could show me love and support a little more explicitly from time to time. I'm running short on such supplies.