Blindsided. But in an obvious way.

Regina Spektor got me thinking.

I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly

I should expound upon a few things. Upon my inability to feel feelings. I don't believe in feelings. Even with The Doctor, who seemed so nice at first, it appears as if: he is just the same.

If you're just the same, fine, just say it. If you're just the same, not a big deal, but let's be honest. I don't care. I don't care that you don't want to know me or my hopes dreams thoughts job siblingcount whereI'mfrom ifIhatebluecheese. I don't care. Just be up front.

The Doctor. He's sneaky. Or blatantly rude. Or blatantly the same as my latest crop of men. Or not blatantly at all. Or maybe I got sidetracked with his ability to take my pulse and his nerdiness and my new laugh (you know the one. The ridiculous one. It's embarrassing. Or pathetic.). I can't decide. I've been blindsided. In an upfront way?

But it's fine. It's fine if you're up front. If you're honest, I could care less. Let's be adults and up front and acknowledge that I don't want to know your cat's name nor yours, really. No. I don't care to know it. Don't act interested. Don't act like you care about my career aspirations or what kind of driver I am, don't. Don't talk to my roommates or make friends with my pets. It's just a bit ridiculous.

Thus the non-belief in feelings. Its such a waste of time if you ask me.