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For as long as I can remember, I have loved peeling back layers of pretension and social masking we all have been taught to use. I adore having real discussions with real people about real feelings. I don’t have much appetite for non-stop surface talk, especially when it is clear that it’s all about avoiding intimacy.
My favorite kind of group to be in is somewhere that encourages people to open up and tell their stories truthfully. Here is some of my personal history that may shed some light on why I love deep, heartfelt conversations so much..
Part One
I have a personality something like a nice mellow golden retriever. I quite simply love to love. Love to love you, Baby. Yeah.
If I had my way, I would openly love anyone. I’m aware how unrealistic that is on our troubled planet, but in my dream world, loving openly, freely, wildly, and enthusiastically would be a brilliant way to live. I have a natural inclination to look for the good in people; it simply feels better to me to look for good than to look for bad.
I think it would be great not to have to censor my attraction for people. If I liked something about someone I would like to just say so. I could talk about anything without filtering for political correctness or worrying how the other person might misinterpret my words.

I am a big believer in delivering positive reinforcement. I like to give people compliments for free, no strings attached.
I love receiving nice words, too. I receive a delicious blast of energy when someone says something nice about me, especially when the comments are unsolicited and heartfelt. Especially when they are given as candies for the mind, not intended to be followed by a sales pitch or a demand disguised as a request.
I love giving unsolicited compliments and yet I also fear giving them. My social environment conditioned me to be very concerned about what people think. I was trained that many people use compliments as a technique for buttering up someone for a come-on, and I didn’t want my sweet words to be construed as that.



