My stalker tendencies. I keep reminding myself that it's all fodder for my writing, I love exploring other lives on the sidelines, visiting only as a mirage. Peeking in the windows of the odd, the ugly, the so-beautiful-they're-alien-like...Imagining what her lips look like wrapped around his cock or how his cock looks when it throbs at the sight of her. Then just her. Then just him. But never really me. I prefer my own quiet beautiful life, thank you. They're just a novel I'm reading. With one hand.