Can one be so fearless in one aspect of life and so timid in another? I find myself reluctant to so many things, people, ideas; reluctant to permanently attach myself. Yet I feel so strongly. I am collected, almost completely unrevealed. I rarely speak of my opinions outside of my small circle (not including the affects of alcohol). But my mind is abuzz with thoughts, my heart coupling it in emotion. And I am clueless, utterly and perfectly. Yet, completely aware. Completely vulnerable. And completely fearless in so many ways. I am forced to hold back. I can sometimes barely resist the urge to commence in full sprint, although you'd rarely see it on my face. Why must I be this way? Have I no control? Am I courageous, or a blind buffoon?