I can frequently be the dazed, dumb, moody type you see. Too much attention embarrasses me. If you smile at me all the time, I might feel like pressing the magical button and opening the umbrella on myself. Not that it means I do not wish to acknowledge, like, attach myself to people who, lets say, are fond of me. Or, I do not care for people and their affection in my own way...It only means, the knowledge of being liked, unconditionally, good and bad, day and night, unsettles me...
Like too many items on a ricketty lorry!;)
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